is this you as well

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

the site i am dreaming

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magnetises a pin

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

abrar?

i have read not even 1 book

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

was it worth it

idk

no i haven't really read anything

what do you think my name is

sorry i am texting like a slav

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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.

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

It Will Get Lighter

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

hiding from the rain

isaac newton

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I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

your feed looks like my tumblr

brb i will read and reply sincerely

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

barren land