is everyoneback on tumblr now

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

isaac newton

propensity within someone

13, H, grate

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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i love it here

barren land

have you read

yeah

magnetises a pin

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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

whats your name?

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk

, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.

"Put a blanket."

its good short few pages

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

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

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
part of an old note. It will get lighter.