what do you mean
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
plato
we need to be deconstructing our identities
feel you
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
plato
have you read
abrar?
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
your feed looks like my tumblr
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Thank you, Jack
what do you think my name is
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.
ion
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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
division of reality is straying away from it
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
i see a website
was it worth it
it is hopeful