autonomy of learning

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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.

Rain, starting

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

you cannot feed someone truth

lol

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

...

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

"Put a blanket."

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

hello reader,

bro i read nothing in my life

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

wait what is that