Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
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?
no like which do people call me
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
autonomy of learning
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i was tempted to lie about my name
is this you as well
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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was it worth it