idk
lol
as in
yeah
plato
fw
yeah
really i want the internet
you cannot feed someone truth
no like which do people call me
abrar?
its performative
i have read not even 1 book
like first name
i was tempted to lie about my name
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
and the fake qualifier
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.