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

2 (actually index). two is company

that looks like my instagram account

idk

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

...

and the fake qualifier

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

your feed looks like my tumblr

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

send your tumblr

I Write Goodbye Letter

magnetises a pin

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

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

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

not their contents

like first name

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you