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.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yeah
that looks like my instagram account
i was tempted to lie about my name
your feed looks like my tumblr
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i have read not even 1 book
god being the centre magnet
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.
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
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
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."