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.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
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.
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.
autonomy of learning
and the fake qualifier
as in
idk
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its performative
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
your feed looks like my tumblr
not their contents
send your tumblr
we can only engage in such a way
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
barren land
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever