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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.what do you think my name is
isaac
whats your name?
barren land
no like which do people call me
or never left
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
send your tumblr
like first name
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
Better Lift
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
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?
that looks like my instagram account
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i really havent
December 2025
its good short few pages
the site i am dreaming
is everyoneback on tumblr now