but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

i really havent

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

really i want the internet

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

but really the thing should be autonomous

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.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

hello reader,

I am below everything.