barren land

idk

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

send your tumblr

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

all that is to say

or never left

whats your name?

which magnetises chains of pins

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

you cannot feed someone truth

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

like first name

division of reality is straying away from it

abrar?

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

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.

bro i read nothing in my life

have you read

your feed looks like my tumblr

thank you

we need to be deconstructing our identities