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.

feel you

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

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

wait what is that

like first name

as in

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

i was tempted to lie about my name

your feed looks like my tumblr

i really havent

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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i love it here

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

have you read

fw

and the fake qualifier

no i haven't really read anything

this will be about a slug

send link

the site i am dreaming