Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
like magnets
whats your name?
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
not their contents
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.as in
Can I see
we need to be deconstructing our identities
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
no i haven't really read anything
its good