we need to be deconstructing our identities
wait what is that
like first name
feel you
what do you think my name is
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
whats your name?
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.
and the fake qualifier
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
December 2025
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
ahnaf abrar
sorry i am texting like a slav
was it worth it