One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
abrar?
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
your feed looks like my tumblr
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
idk
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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.
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.its good
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
Thank you, Jack
no i haven't really read anything
is everyoneback on tumblr now
as in