the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
I am below everything.
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 she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
its good
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
no i haven't really read anything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
abrar?
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away