and the fake qualifier

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

i was tempted to lie about my name

ion

whats your name?

send your tumblr

i really havent

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

really i want the internet

so an active mazelike process

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

sorry i am texting like a slav

i really havent

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.

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

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

December 2025

abrar?

in a post. I want to be remembered