i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

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

you cannot feed someone truth

currently

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

god being the centre magnet

its good

is everyoneback on tumblr now

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

i dont understand magnetisation



stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

all that is to say

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. 

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its performative

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

IWGD

propensity within someone