what do you mean
ahnaf abrar
sorry i am texting like a slav
isaac
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
you know who you are. no more time, not like
. way too specific.i dont understand magnetisation
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good
like first name
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
and the fake qualifier
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
no like which do people call me
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.like magnets
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
really i want the internet
was it worth it
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
ion
thank you
"Put a blanket."