like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
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.
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.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
you cannot feed someone truth
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
you have a beautiful account btw
so at the end
"Put a blanket."
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
yeah
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
propensity within someone
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
barren land
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
like first name
lol yea