so an active mazelike process

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?

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

"Put a blanket."

13, H, grate

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.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

i understand

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift

we need to be deconstructing our identities

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

its good

i really havent

no longer writing in the third person

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

i was tempted to lie about my name

I am below everything.

no i haven't really read anything

i love it here