i was tempted to lie about my name
or never left
division of reality is straying away from it
we need to be deconstructing our identities
you cannot feed someone truth
is this you as well
not their contents
so the method has to be autonomous
no like which do people call me
have you read
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
sorry i am texting like a slav
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.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
that looks like my instagram account
so at the end
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
ion
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
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.
I am below everything.
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
send your tumblr
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away