bro i read nothing in my life

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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 have read not even 1 book

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.

lol yea

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

propensity within someone

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Lift Analysis

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

magnetisation/form

Picture

we can only engage in such a way

all that is to say

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then