It Will Get Lighter

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

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

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

i really havent

we need to be deconstructing our identities

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

so at the end

no i haven't really read anything

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.

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.

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yeah

whats your name?

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

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

i have read not even 1 book