sorry i am texting like a slav
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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.
propensity within someone
magnetisation/form
isaac newton
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i really havent
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46