i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i want to do that too
and the fake qualifier
fw
abrar?
thank you
that looks like my instagram account
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
lol yea
we need to be deconstructing our identities
lol
i love it here
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
it is hopeful
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
bro i read nothing in my life
what do you think my name is
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.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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?
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.