send your tumblr

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

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

your feed looks like my tumblr

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

so an active mazelike process

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

idk

or never left

Lift Analysis

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

Overall meaning: The dream seems to explore vulnerability, unspoken emotion, and the tension between connection and isolation. It suggests you may be processing intense feelings of longing or missed opportunities, and your subconscious is guiding you to acknowledge, release, or transform them.

i have read not even 1 book

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

I Write Goodbye Letter

you cannot feed someone truth

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.

isaac newton

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

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

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.


i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike

its performative