lol

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

i love it here

that looks like my instagram account

have you read

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

It Will Get Lighter

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

wait what is that

ahnaf abrar

Rain, starting

is everyoneback on tumblr now

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

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so at the end

not their contents

we need to be deconstructing our identities

whats your name?

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

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.

no like which do people call me

like magnets

hello reader,

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

Can I see