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

It Will Get Lighter

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

lol

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

have you read

abrar?

feel you

so at the end

idk

i dont understand magnetisation

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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

ion

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

sorry i am texting like a slav

i was tempted to lie about my name

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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.

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

yeah

wait what is that

I am below everything.