"Put a blanket."

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

we need to be deconstructing our identities

like first name

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

so at the end

yeah

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

I am below everything.

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

your feed looks like my tumblr

barren land

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

much more tactility

propensity within someone

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 know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

i have read not even 1 book

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

we can only engage in such a way

its performative

Rain, starting

send your tumblr

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

i love it here

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

currently

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

bro i read nothing in my life