nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Thank you, Jack
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Can I see
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
in a post. I want to be remembered
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
is this you as well
kind of mythopoesis
i want to do that too
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.plato
like magnets
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i dont understand magnetisation
magnetises a pin
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people