nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
in a post. I want to be remembered
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
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
bro i read nothing in my life
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
hello reader,
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
no i haven't really read anything
not so on: yvf(wthw)
ahnaf abrar
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
"Put a blanket."