so an active mazelike process
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
bro i read nothing in my life
is everyoneback on tumblr now
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
send your tumblr
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
lol
and the fake qualifier
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i really havent