its good short few pages
its performative
much more tactility
is everyoneback on tumblr now
you cannot feed someone truth
autonomy of learning
propensity within someone
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.
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.