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.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
not their contents
as in
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
is everyoneback on tumblr now
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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much more tactility
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
thank you
"Put a blanket."
sorry i am texting like a slav
its good
kind of mythopoesis
or never left
no i haven't really read anything
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging 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.
what do you think my name is
i love it here
send your tumblr
barren land
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away