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.

and the fake qualifier

you cannot feed someone truth

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

as in

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

idk

much more tactility

It Will Get Lighter

no like which do people call me

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

what do you think my name is

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.

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

plato

i dont understand magnetisation

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 want to do that too

yes

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so the method has to be autonomous

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ahnaf abrar

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people