13, H, grate


One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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

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.

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.

isaac

autonomy of learning

Can I see

Style

your feed looks like my tumblr

Better Lift

lol yea

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

idk

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

yeah

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

fw

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

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i have read not even 1 book