Today I felt like starting

yes

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.

brb i will read and reply sincerely

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

whats your name?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good short few pages

i love it here

barren land

god being the centre magnet

i dont understand magnetisation

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

what do you mean

no i haven't really read anything

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

you have a beautiful account btw

ion

sorry i am texting like a slav

Worse Lift

It Will Get Lighter

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

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

2 (actually index). two is company

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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