I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
as in
isaac newton
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
that looks like my instagram account
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
is everyoneback on tumblr now
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it
fw
or never left
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.
feel you
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
like first name
which magnetises chains of pins
wait what is that
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
god being the centre magnet
idk
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i really havent
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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46