there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i have read not even 1 book
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
you cannot feed someone truth
ahnaf abrar
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
so at the end
send your tumblr
like first name
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
I am below everything.
not their contents
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
you have a beautiful account btw
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
no i haven't really read anything
that looks like my instagram account