Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

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.

Better Lift

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

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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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

really i want the internet

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

not so on: yvf(wthw)

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

propensity within someone

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

plato

whats your name?

god being the centre magnet