One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
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.
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
yes
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.
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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is everyoneback on tumblr now
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
its good short few pages
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but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
its good
or never left