so at the end

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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hello reader,

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

that looks like my instagram account

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in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

Slug

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

idk

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

...

not so on: yvf(wthw)

magnetises a pin

and the fake qualifier

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i understand

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

god being the centre magnet

Thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

propensity within someone

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life