brb i will read and reply sincerely

not so on: yvf(wthw)


ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

like first name

send your tumblr

all that is to say

is this you as well

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

i really havent

...

ahnaf abrar

feel you

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

sorry i am texting like a slav

magnetises a pin

lol

what do you think my name is

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

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.

and the fake qualifier

isaac newton

what do you mean

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

...

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

which magnetises chains of pins

the site i am dreaming

like magnets

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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