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.

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.

i was tempted to lie about my name

send your tumblr

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

we can only engage in such a way

and the fake qualifier

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

hello reader,

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

2 (actually index). two is company

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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the site i am dreaming

is everyoneback on tumblr now

that looks like my instagram account

autonomy of learning

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

was it worth it

division of reality is straying away from it

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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Thank you, Jack

Lift Analysis

thank you