We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

you cannot feed someone truth

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

i dont understand magnetisation

its good

ion

i understand

isaac

what do you think my name is

and the fake qualifier

god being the centre magnet

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.

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Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i have read not even 1 book

is everyoneback on tumblr now

in a post. I want to be remembered

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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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?

like first name