a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.is everyoneback on tumblr now
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 love it here
that looks like my instagram account
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i really havent
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.
hello reader,
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
and the fake qualifier
god being the centre magnet
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i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
Thank you, Jack
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
barren land
no like which do people call me
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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its good