I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

or never left

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

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

Rain, starting

bro i read nothing in my life

13, H, grate

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

so an active mazelike process

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

fw

lol yea

wait what is that

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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its good

magnetisation/form

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The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

really i want the internet

your feed looks like my tumblr

that looks like my instagram account

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

was it worth it

was it worth it

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

the site i am dreaming