is everyoneback on tumblr now
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wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.
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.
and the fake qualifier
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
like first name
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
propensity within someone
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i see a website
division of reality is straying away from it
its performative