The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
in a post. I want to be remembered
no longer writing in the third person
i have read not even 1 book
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.
god being the centre magnet
so an active mazelike process
i want to do that too
no like which do people call me
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
feel you
plato
lol yea
i understand
its good
lol
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like first name
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.