I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
god being the centre magnet
its good
you cannot feed someone truth
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
so the method has to be autonomous
not their contents
isaac newton
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I am below everything.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
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.
that looks like my instagram account