somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

no longer writing in the third person

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

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propensity within someone

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.

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

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

its performative

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

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

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

It Will Get Lighter

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

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.

send link

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


confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.