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.
i really havent
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was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
"Put a blanket."
not so on: yvf(wthw)
your feed looks like my tumblr
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whats your name?
but really the thing should be autonomous
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
like magnets
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
have you read
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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.