Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its performative
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
sorry i am texting like a slav
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
god being the centre magnet
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.
and the fake qualifier
you cannot feed someone truth
no longer writing in the third person
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so an active mazelike process
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"