After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
and the fake qualifier
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
hiding from the rain
"Put a blanket."
no longer writing in the third person
idk
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.and the fake qualifier
propensity within someone
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i really havent
its performative
i have read not even 1 book
magnetisation/form
was it worth it
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
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.