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.
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.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
what do you mean
sorry i am texting like a slav
Can I see
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
plato
bro i read nothing in my life
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
the site i am dreaming