like first name

have you read

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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

sorry i am texting like a slav

lol yea

propensity within someone

like magnets

god being the centre magnet

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"Put a blanket."

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

i love it here

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

much more tactility

no longer writing in the third person

autonomy of learning

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or never left

is this you as well

lol

feel you

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

all that is to say

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