As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.

which magnetises chains of pins

i really havent

yeah

this will be about a slug

was it worth it

that looks like my instagram account

send your tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

wait what is that

i dont understand magnetisation

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

Can I see

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Today I felt like starting

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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


we want to live the knowledge too live the content

ion

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

lol yea

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

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

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

hiding from the rain

autonomy of learning

division of reality is straying away from it

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

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