Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
its performative
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
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?
so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
is everyoneback on tumblr now
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
kind of mythopoesis
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
your feed looks like my tumblr
i love it here
or never left
ahnaf abrar
...
isaac
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
Better Lift
plato
sorry i am texting like a slav