its good
its performative
propensity within someone
barren land
we can only engage in such a way
wait what is that
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
what do you mean
its good short few pages
i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
currently
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
isaac
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
no i haven't really read anything
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
"Put a blanket."
autonomy of learning
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
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.