i love it here

yeah

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

like magnets

sorry i am texting like a slav

what do you mean

send your tumblr

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

isaac newton

is this you as well

that looks like my instagram account

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

we need to be deconstructing our identities

propensity within someone

plato

magnetises a pin

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its good

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.

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

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

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?

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

ahnaf abrar

lol

I am below everything.

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

no like which do people call me

i have read not even 1 book

Slug

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.