you cannot feed someone truth

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

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

your feed looks like my tumblr

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

in a post. I want to be remembered

Rain, starting

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.