i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
much more tactility
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.send your tumblr
we need to be deconstructing our identities
is this you as well
isaac
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
wait what is that
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
i want to do that too
no longer writing in the third person
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
not their contents
which magnetises chains of pins
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
lol