i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
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 don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
send your tumblr
like magnets
its good
Lift Analysis
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
as in
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.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
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
ion
plato
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
it is hopeful
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
currently
i have read not even 1 book
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
sorry i am texting like a slav
that looks like my instagram account
in a post. I want to be remembered
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
god being the centre magnet
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.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.