One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
what do you think my name is
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
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
we need to be deconstructing our identities
barren land
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
isaac
is this you as well
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
kind of mythopoesis
magnetises a pin
as in
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
its good
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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Lift Analysis
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.