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.
was it worth it
lol
like first name
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
feel you
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
your feed looks like my tumblr
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
what do you mean
send your tumblr
that looks like my instagram account
plato
no like which do people call me
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
idk
no longer writing in the third person
i love it here
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
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One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.