ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"Put a blanket."
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i have read not even 1 book
and the fake qualifier
so an active mazelike process
so at the end
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
so the method has to be autonomous
that looks like my instagram account
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.