IWGD

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

i see a website

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

ahnaf abrar

autonomy of learning

you cannot feed someone truth

is this you as well

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

i want to do that too