I am below everything.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
in a post. I want to be remembered
Lift Analysis
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
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
i have read not even 1 book
like magnets
yeah
idk
is everyoneback on tumblr now
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
bro i read nothing in my life
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?
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
which magnetises chains of pins