Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

like first name

Rain, starting

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i really havent

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lol

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 have read not even 1 book

you cannot feed someone truth

and the fake qualifier

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

barren land

or never left

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

abrar?

sorry i am texting like a slav

its good short few pages