Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
kind of mythopoesis
as in
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
propensity within someone
it is hopeful
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
brb i will read and reply sincerely
god being the centre magnet
isaac newton
isaac
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
not their contents
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it