"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

division of reality is straying away from it

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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i have read not even 1 book

lol

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

not their contents

send your tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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.

propensity within someone

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41