I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.

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.

really i want the internet

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

autonomy of learning

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them


There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

It Will Get Lighter

Worse Lift


brb i will read and reply sincerely


"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
in a post. I want to be remembered

you have a beautiful account btw

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

not their contents

and the fake qualifier

magnetises a pin

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time


to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

Style

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 have read not even 1 book

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

we can only engage in such a way

like first name

is everyoneback on tumblr now

isaac newton

the site i am dreaming

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue