Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
all that is to say
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
so at the end
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
autonomy of learning
yeah
lol
and the fake qualifier
like first name
what do you think my name is
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
was it worth it
idk
is everyoneback on tumblr now
sorry i am texting like a slav
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
its good short few pages
plato
its good
your feed looks like my tumblr
i have read not even 1 book