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.
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
much more tactility
magnetises a pin
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
barren land
thank you
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
like first name
was it worth it
lol
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.
ion
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
whats your name?
send your tumblr
i really havent
i have read not even 1 book
its performative
there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.