"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
no longer writing in the third person
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
I am below everything.
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.feel you
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
like magnets
plato
whats your name?
what do you mean
idk
propensity within someone
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them