sorry i am texting like a slav
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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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.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
what do you mean
But seriously, thank you, Jack
whats your name?
its good
i have read not even 1 book
what do you think my name is
like magnets
is everyoneback on tumblr now
send your tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
isaac
plato
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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.