"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

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

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

the site i am dreaming

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

lol yea

...

i really havent

Slug

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

plato

i was tempted to lie about my name

...

magnetisation/form

...

2 (actually index). two is company

Lift Analysis

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

ahnaf abrar

is everyoneback on tumblr now

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

I Write Goodbye Letter

Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?

idk

no like which do people call me

And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah