Thank you, Jack

Today I felt like starting

13, H, grate

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

bro i read nothing in my life

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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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.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

send your tumblr

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

your feed looks like my tumblr

send link

fw

thank you

no longer writing in the third person

and the fake qualifier

the site i am dreaming

magnetises a pin

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."