so an active mazelike process
but i respect your search
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
currently
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
i love it here
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.