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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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.
send link
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.we can only engage in such a way
bro i read nothing in my life
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.