whats your name?

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.

yeah

i have read not even 1 book

bro i read nothing in my life

was it worth it

so at the end

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

barren land

i was tempted to lie about my name

feel you

bro i read nothing in my life

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

i really havent

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

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.

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

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

abrar?

its good

ion

like first name

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression