I am below everything.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
plato
i was tempted to lie about my name
is this you as well
like first name
feel you
i really havent
abrar?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Thank you, Jack
have you read
isaac
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
its good
not their contents
its good
ion
much more tactility
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
barren land
i really havent