stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
division of reality is straying away from it
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thank you, Jack
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
what do you think my name is
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
that looks like my instagram account
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
fw
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
you have a beautiful account btw
magnetises a pin
god being the centre magnet
plato
i love it here
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?
feel you