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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

plato

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

yeah

no like which do people call me

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

was it worth it

is this you as well

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

was it worth it

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you mean

2 (actually index). two is company

and the fake qualifier

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

not their contents

not so on: yvf(wthw)

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I Write Goodbye Letter

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

as in

thank you

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

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.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

plato

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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