isaac newton
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
autonomy of learning
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
much more tactility
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
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.ion
thank you
hiding from the rain
isaac
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
no like which do people call me
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
i was tempted to lie about my name
your feed looks like my tumblr