sorry i am texting like a slav

yeah

i dont understand magnetisation

so an active mazelike process

that looks like my instagram account

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

so at the end

i want to do that too

no like which do people call me

send your tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

feel you

ion

its good

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i love it here

barren land

its good short few pages

fw

i was tempted to lie about my name

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

It Will Get Lighter

as in

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i have read not even 1 book

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?

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