propensity within someone

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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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.

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Rain, starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Better Lift

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

yeah

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.

send your tumblr

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

in a post. I want to be remembered

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class