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

i want to do that too

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

it is hopeful

Rain, starting

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.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

in a post. I want to be remembered


hiding from the rain

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

no i haven't really read anything

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after dusk, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

i dont understand magnetisation

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

its good

i understand

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

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.

god being the centre magnet

all that is to say

that looks like my instagram account

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

plato

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so the method has to be autonomous

Style