"Put a blanket."

lol yea

yes

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

and the fake qualifier

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

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

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.

Rain, starting

its good

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

but really the thing should be autonomous

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

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.

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

not their contents

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

i see a website

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

1

magnetisation/form

your feed looks like my tumblr

i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me