I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

idk

...

its good

i really havent

bro i read nothing in my life

fw

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

no i haven't really read anything

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

wait what is that

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

magnetises a pin

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

its good short few pages

feel you

or never left

lol

barren land

was it worth it

your feed looks like my tumblr

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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 catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.

send link

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

It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.

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

lol yea

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

have you read

i understand

which magnetises chains of pins