"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

the site i am dreaming

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

It Will Get Lighter

Slug

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I Write Goodbye Letter

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

bro i read nothing in my life

send link

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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i understand

Thank you, Jack