and the fake qualifier

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 really havent

Slug

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

ion

i dont understand magnetisation

hiding from the rain

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

plato

fw

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

abrar?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

barren land

send your tumblr

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting