wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
and the fake qualifier
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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no like which do people call me
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
not so on: yvf(wthw)
so at the end
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
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you cannot feed someone truth
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.propensity within someone
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
was it worth it
But seriously, thank you, Jack
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
yes