i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i want to do that too
that looks like my instagram account
send your tumblr
bro i read nothing in my life
i was tempted to lie about my name
like first name
lol
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
idk
what do you think my name is
barren land
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them