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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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Better Lift
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
that looks like my instagram account
we can only engage in such a way
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah
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
or never left
fw
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
no longer writing in the third person
barren land
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
hiding from the rain
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now