Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

It Will Get Lighter

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13, H, grate

really i want the internet

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

is this you as well

plato

whats your name?

sorry i am texting like a slav

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

division of reality is straying away from it

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

and the fake qualifier

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

as in

lol yea

is everyoneback on tumblr now

not their contents

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

magnetisation/form

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 at the end

Thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i was tempted to lie about my name

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak