We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
as in
i want to do that too
kind of mythopoesis
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
send link
you cannot feed someone truth
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
no i haven't really read anything
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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
its good
not so on: yvf(wthw)
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.