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.

in a post. I want to be remembered

"Put a blanket."

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I am below everything.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

is this you as well

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

send your tumblr

i dont understand magnetisation

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

sorry i am texting like a slav

so at the end

brb i will read and reply sincerely

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you mean

i have read not even 1 book

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