i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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.
what do you mean
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
lol yea
that looks like my instagram account
propensity within someone
ion
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
lol
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
autonomy of learning
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
or never left
its good
kind of mythopoesis
much more tactility
and the fake qualifier
feel you
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.idk
yeah
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i have read not even 1 book
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.