we need to be deconstructing our identities

so at the end

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

what do you mean

magnetises a pin

i understand

its good

all that is to say

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i really havent

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

IWGD

isaac

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

autonomy of learning

thank you

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

hiding from the rain

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.

It Will Get Lighter

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?