barren land

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.

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

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

autonomy of learning

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I am below everything.

send your tumblr

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

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

or never left

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

propensity within someone

lol

yes

so at the end

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak