or never left
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.
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
fw
not their contents
like first name
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
we need to be deconstructing our identities
ion
propensity within someone
i see a website
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
what do you think my name is
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."