nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

isaac newton

sorry i am texting like a slav

whats your name?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone truth

lol yea

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

13, H, grate

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

division of reality is straying away from it

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.

i dont understand magnetisation

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

much more tactility

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 want to do that too

ahnaf abrar

no like which do people call me

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.

feel you

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

have you read

god being the centre magnet

yeah

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41