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Today I felt like starting
as in
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i have read not even 1 book
autonomy of learning
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
we can only engage in such a way
your feed looks like my tumblr
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
bro i read nothing in my life
is this you as well
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
have you read
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
god being the centre magnet
all that is to say