I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
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"Put a blanket."
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
idk
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
send your tumblr
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
much more tactility
i want to do that too
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i was tempted to lie about my name
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
is this you as well
so an active mazelike process
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them