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.
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
sorry i am texting like a slav
what do you mean
all that is to say
i love it here
idk
god being the centre magnet
ion
autonomy of learning
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
I am below everything.
isaac newton
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?