its good

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

idk

feel you

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

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.

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.

sorry i am texting like a slav

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

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


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

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

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

lol

lol yea

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

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.

send your tumblr

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

plato