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
i really havent
plato
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
was it worth it
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
"Put a blanket."
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
as in
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class