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.

lol yea

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

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

we need to be deconstructing our identities

isaac

feel you

or never left

lol

we can only engage in such a way

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

have you read

ahnaf abrar

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

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

i see a website

all that is to say

i dont understand magnetisation

is this you as well

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

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.