hiding from the rain

that looks like my instagram account

so at the end

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

idk

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

13, H, grate

isaac

as in

fw

i dont understand magnetisation

isaac newton

I am below everything.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and the fake qualifier

have you read

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.

propensity within someone

It Will Get Lighter

Better Lift

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

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.