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.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

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I Write Goodbye Letter

It Will Get Lighter

They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

magnetisation/form

send link

wait what is that

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

or never left

was it worth it

i have read not even 1 book

autonomy of learning

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

barren land

sorry i am texting like a slav

fw

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

the site i am dreaming

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

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

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

as in

so the method has to be autonomous

that looks like my instagram account

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I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.