"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
"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
"Put a blanket."
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
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.
but i respect your search
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
brb i will read and reply sincerely
December 2025
barren land
is everyoneback on tumblr now
you have a beautiful account btw
no longer writing in the third person
magnetises a pin
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them