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.
much more tactility
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.really i want the internet
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
not their contents
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
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
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.you have a beautiful account btw
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
December 2025
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now