"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

hello reader,

wait what is that

bro i read nothing in my life

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

as in

propensity within someone

yeah

not their contents

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

much more tactility

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'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.

But seriously, thank you, Jack

send link

so the method has to be autonomous

isaac

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

isaac newton

ion