sorry i am texting like a slav
yeah
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
i see a website
no longer writing in the third person
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
currently
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
its good
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
feel you
"Put a blanket."
i dont understand magnetisation
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
but really the thing should be autonomous
Today I felt like starting
was it worth it
was it worth it
ahnaf abrar
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
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.we want to live the knowledge too live the content
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
lol yea
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
yes
your feed looks like my tumblr