Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
no longer writing in the third person
no like which do people call me
abrar?
it is hopeful
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
Better Lift
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
barren land
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
idk
was it worth it
"Put a blanket."
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
is everyoneback on tumblr now
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
so an active mazelike process