Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
bro i read nothing in my life
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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.
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
which magnetises chains of pins
much more tactility
"Put a blanket."
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lol
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
that looks like my instagram account