We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
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wait what is that
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
December 2025
no i haven't really read anything
i have read not even 1 book
fw
bro i read nothing in my life
your feed looks like my tumblr
like first name
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
much more tactility
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
was it worth it
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
like magnets