it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

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.

as in

there is a distinction between western-modern pedagogical systems that's like text-based as in a legal method but there is an idea of "pathshala" or "guru shissho"/ "porompora" i mean how masters relayed knowledge to the student by (oral) transmission often by memorising books. so what was taught was always interactive. knowledge was interactive, you spoke with people rather than read texts.

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.

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something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

you cannot feed someone truth

Rain, starting

really i want the internet

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

Thank you, Jack

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

I Write Goodbye Letter

its good short few pages

its good

have you read

is everyoneback on tumblr now

2 (actually index). two is company