It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.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.
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?
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
no longer writing in the third person
I am below everything.
hiding from the rain
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
lol
which magnetises chains of pins
ahnaf abrar
wait what is that
is this you as well
and the fake qualifier
is everyoneback on tumblr now
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
the site i am dreaming
hello reader,
it is hopeful
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
i have read not even 1 book
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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its good
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
thank you
lol yea