isaac
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
I am below everything.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.what do you mean
i want to do that too
is everyoneback on tumblr now
no like which do people call me
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
...
ion
so at the end
is this you as well
idk
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good
hello reader,