i really havent

really i want the internet

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.

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.

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

feel you

lol yea

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

fw

was it worth it

and the fake qualifier

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

propensity within someone

so at the end

isaac