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and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

as in

send your tumblr

division of reality is straying away from it

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

IWGD

that looks like my instagram account

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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no like which do people call me

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

2 (actually index). two is company

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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