we can only engage in such a way
it is hopeful
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
hiding from the rain
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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.
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"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
hello reader,
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like first name
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
i want to do that too
we need to be deconstructing our identities
god being the centre magnet
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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