division of reality is straying away from it

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.



One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

it is hopeful

Worse Lift

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

Picture

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

i really havent

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

plato

no longer writing in the third person

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

and the fake qualifier

what do you mean