hello reader,
Thank you, Jack
not so on: yvf(wthw)
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i really havent
i was tempted to lie about my name
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
we can only engage in such a way
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
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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.