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 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 wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
Better Lift
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
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.
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
we can only engage in such a way
no like which do people call me
is everyoneback on tumblr now
yeah
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine