nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
plato
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
was it worth it
fw
send link
that looks like my instagram account
i have read not even 1 book
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i want to do that too
the site i am dreaming
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
we need to be deconstructing our identities
lol
bro i read nothing in my life
send your tumblr
your feed looks like my tumblr
idk
i was tempted to lie about my name
hello reader,
wait what is that
not so on: yvf(wthw)
no like which do people call me
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
have you read
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
is everyoneback on tumblr now