One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Better Lift
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.
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
propensity within someone
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
i dont understand magnetisation
and the fake qualifier
my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given
so the method has to be autonomous
ion
December 2025
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
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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.
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
like first name
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
its good short few pages