Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
send your tumblr
as in
i want to do that too
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I am below everything.
hello reader,
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
no longer writing in the third person
have you read
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
not their contents
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
so an active mazelike process
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books