One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
kind of mythopoesis
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.
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
autonomy of learning
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
not their contents
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
send your tumblr
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
you cannot feed someone truth