Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
fw
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it
i really havent
feel you
what do you think my name is
ahnaf abrar
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
was it worth it
i want to do that too
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"Put a blanket."
thank you
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
brb i will read and reply sincerely
send your tumblr
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
in a post. I want to be remembered