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.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
hello reader,
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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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 the fake qualifier
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
your feed looks like my tumblr
you cannot feed someone truth
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i have read not even 1 book
yeah
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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
autonomy of learning
barren land
lol
abrar?
its good short few pages