something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
i love it here
which magnetises chains of pins
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
no i haven't really read anything
was it worth it
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
hello reader,
fw
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.