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?
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
ahnaf abrar
i understand
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
god being the centre magnet
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
what do you mean
Thank you, Jack
yeah
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
sorry i am texting like a slav
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
is everyoneback on tumblr now
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
i dont understand magnetisation
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.