Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
Today I felt like starting
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
wait what is that
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
i have read not even 1 book
"Put a blanket."
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time