currently

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

IWGD

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

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

its performative

propensity within someone

magnetisation/form

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

send your tumblr

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

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

is everyoneback on tumblr now

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

idk