One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
you have a beautiful account btw
its performative
plato
autonomy of learning
what do you mean
like first name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
or never left
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?
propensity within someone
i dont understand magnetisation
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
magnetisation/form
so at the end
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
what do you think my name is
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
whats your name?