something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
what do you mean
and the fake qualifier
send your tumblr
i dont understand magnetisation
propensity within someone