that looks like my instagram account

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

so at the end

bro i read nothing in my life

idk

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

isaac

so an active mazelike process

have you read

its good short few pages

is everyoneback on tumblr now

no i haven't really read anything

what do you mean

sorry i am texting like a slav

i dont understand magnetisation

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

what do you think my name is

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

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

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

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.

hello reader,

yeah

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.

It Will Get Lighter

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