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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
send your tumblr
and the fake qualifier
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.
whats your name?
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you think my name is
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
was it worth it
that looks like my instagram account
currently
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
its good
hiding from the rain
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
we need to be deconstructing our identities