and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i dont understand magnetisation
its good
whats your name?
what do you think my name is
plato
sorry i am texting like a slav
i love it here
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
it is hopeful
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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?
ion
is this you as well
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like magnets
I am below everything.
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.
its good
what do you mean
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.
i want to do that too