you cannot feed someone truth
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
really i want the internet
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
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?
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
your feed looks like my tumblr
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i have read not even 1 book
plato
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
Lift Analysis
send your tumblr
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
yeah
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thank you, Jack
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 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
what do you think my name is
no like which do people call me