all that is to say

what do you mean

much more tactility

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

i was tempted to lie about my name

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Worse Lift

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

no longer writing in the third person

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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?

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

lol yea

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


ion

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

have you read

yes

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

division of reality is straying away from it