is everyoneback on tumblr now
lol
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i really havent
send your tumblr
whats your name?
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
so the method has to be autonomous
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
magnetises a pin
bro i read nothing in my life
i have read not even 1 book
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
fw
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
we need to be deconstructing our identities
not their contents
yeah
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
i was tempted to lie about my name
i see a website
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
i want to do that too
in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
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the site i am dreaming
hiding from the rain
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