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.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
yeah
or never left
its good
plato
no i haven't really read anything
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
what do you mean
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
which magnetises chains of pins
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
sorry i am texting like a slav
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
is everyoneback on tumblr now
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
thank you
like magnets
ion
...
division of reality is straying away from it
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
not their contents