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

Slug

is everyoneback on tumblr now

i want to do that too

fw

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

barren land

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

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.

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

feel you

not their contents

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

IWGD

so the method has to be autonomous

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

send your tumblr

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

its good short few pages

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

no longer writing in the third person