The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wait what is that
Thank you, Jack
abrar?
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i want to do that too
and the fake qualifier
i really havent
was it worth it
i really havent
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
have you read
i dont understand magnetisation
send your tumblr
its good
idk
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.