whats your name?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i understand
what do you mean
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i dont understand magnetisation
division of reality is straying away from it
your feed looks like my tumblr
have you read
or never left
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no i haven't really read anything
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i really havent
god being the centre magnet
i want to do that too
feel you
i was tempted to lie about my name
i have read not even 1 book
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
as in
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
plato
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.