really i want the internet
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
have you read
we need to be deconstructing our identities
feel you
abrar?
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
plato
ion
ahnaf abrar
i dont understand magnetisation
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
isaac newton
whats your name?
sorry i am texting like a slav
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
thank you
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
god being the centre magnet
"Put a blanket."