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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac newton
i have read not even 1 book
send your tumblr
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
like magnets
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
no longer writing in the third person
They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
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