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a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

your feed looks like my tumblr

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

propensity within someone

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

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

idk

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Rain, starting

Worse Lift

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

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.

so an active mazelike process

as in

"Put a blanket."

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

13, H, grate

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

bro i read nothing in my life

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

fw

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

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