you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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

i dont understand magnetisation

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

autonomy of learning

magnetisation/form

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

but i respect your search

magnetises a pin

which magnetises chains of pins

or never left

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

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

that looks like my instagram account

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i love it here

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

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.

13, H, grate

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

send your tumblr

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.

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.