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
I am below everything.
in a post. I want to be remembered
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
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.
its performative
autonomy of learning
i have read not even 1 book
sorry i am texting like a slav
i really havent
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.is everyoneback on tumblr now
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
magnetisation/form
lol yea
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.