so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
its performative
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?
as in
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good
you have a beautiful account btw
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
not their contents
...
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
lol
and the fake qualifier
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.