i am quite illiterate on producing technology
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
ion
isaac newton
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
like magnets
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
its good
plato
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
its good
we need to be deconstructing our identities
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
plato
lol
i was tempted to lie about my name
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
yeah