One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

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

the site i am dreaming

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

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

idk

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter