yes

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 got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me

13, H, grate

i really havent

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

we can only engage in such a way

Picture

no longer writing in the third person

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

Thank you, Jack

hiding from the rain

and the fake qualifier

or never left

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

as in

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

idk

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

yeah

yeah

Better Lift

send your tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

so an active mazelike process

i was tempted to lie about my name

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.