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

its good

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

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.

wait what is that

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

lol yea

It Will Get Lighter

your feed looks like my tumblr

or never left

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

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

It Will Get Lighter

i really havent

feel you

idk

was it worth it

so at the end

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

yeah

and the fake qualifier

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

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