idk

send your tumblr

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

yeah

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

that looks like my instagram account

i have read not even 1 book

or never left

fw

not their contents

you cannot feed someone truth

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

i really havent

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

your feed looks like my tumblr

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Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

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.