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

its good

bro i read nothing in my life

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

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.

Better Lift

2 (actually index). two is company

not so on: yvf(wthw)

is everyoneback on tumblr now

I Write Goodbye Letter

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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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.

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

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

IWGD

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.

autonomy of learning

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There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.