i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

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?

"Put a blanket."

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

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

like magnets

god being the centre magnet

which magnetises chains of pins

ion

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

isaac

is everyoneback on tumblr now

lol yea

isaac newton

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.

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

IWGD

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

fw

magnetises a pin

Better Lift

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.

It's

dusk