the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
bro i read nothing in my life
i was tempted to lie about my name
god being the centre magnet
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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i dont understand magnetisation
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
lol
what do you mean
send link
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i love it here
ahnaf abrar
the site i am dreaming
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
yeah
like first name
ion
thank you
wait what is that
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
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.
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really i want the internet
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
that looks like my instagram account
its performative