The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

IWGD

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

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

so at the end

so an active mazelike process

lol

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.

much more tactility

lol yea

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

It's

dusk

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

so the method has to be autonomous

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

what do you think my name is

plato

is this you as well

propensity within someone

what do you mean

It Will Get Lighter

idk

i understand

fw

no like which do people call me