so at the end
all that is to say
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
propensity within someone
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
as in
i love it here
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
i really havent
...
i want to do that too
so the method has to be autonomous
plato
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.
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
we need to be deconstructing our identities
I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.