send your tumblr

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

magnetises a pin

like first name

plato

in a post. I want to be remembered

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

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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

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

I Write Goodbye Letter

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

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.

its good

propensity within someone

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

December 2025

not so on: yvf(wthw)

magnetisation/form