no like which do people call me

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

its good

plato

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

as in

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

have you read

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Rain, starting

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

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

you cannot feed someone truth

is this you as well

thank you