hello reader,
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
but i respect your search
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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
its performative
plato
propensity within someone
fw
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i love it here
idk
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
much more tactility
i want to do that too