It's

dusk

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

I am below everything.

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.

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?

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

its good short few pages

plato

its good

i dont understand magnetisation

or never left

you cannot feed someone truth

its good

god being the centre magnet

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

yeah

so an active mazelike process

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

which magnetises chains of pins

isaac

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

is everyoneback on tumblr now

sorry i am texting like a slav

so the method has to be autonomous

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

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isaac newton