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.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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.

Can I see

idk

...

fw

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

It Will Get Lighter

abrar?

which magnetises chains of pins

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

yeah

bro i read nothing in my life

god being the centre magnet

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

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

i really havent

autonomy of learning

isaac newton

propensity within someone