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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.

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

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

Better Lift

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

like magnets

autonomy of learning

send your tumblr

in a post. I want to be remembered

yeah

or never left

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

lol yea

I am below everything.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ion

i dont understand magnetisation