This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.its good
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
send your tumblr
or never left
i love it here
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.lol
what do you mean
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
what do you think my name is
fw
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
i understand
plato
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then