ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

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.

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

really i want the internet

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

but i respect your search

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

13, H, grate

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

or never left

I am below everything.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

so the method has to be autonomous

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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.

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sorry i am texting like a slav

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