really i want the internet

so an active mazelike process

but i respect your search

propensity within someone

you cannot feed someone truth

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

autonomy of learning

its performative

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

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


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

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

It Will Get Lighter

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time


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

lol

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

"Put a blanket."

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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

i really havent

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