i dont understand magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

lol yea

i have read not even 1 book

lol

and the fake qualifier

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

send your tumblr

December 2025

ahnaf abrar

Slug

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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

I Write Goodbye Letter

yeah

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

isaac newton

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

this will be about a slug

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Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

plato

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.

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

that looks like my instagram account

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

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.