but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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.
thank you
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean
its good short few pages
so an active mazelike process
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i really havent
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
December 2025
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
division of reality is straying away from it
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
isaac newton
so at the end
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
or never left
send your tumblr
whats your name?
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lol yea