It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

"Put a blanket."

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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

isaac newton

all that is to say

i dont understand magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

magnetisation/form

thank you

i love it here

autonomy of learning

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

propensity within someone

Picture

Lift Analysis

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

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

i understand

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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