god being the centre magnet
whats your name?
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
i was tempted to lie about my name
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
like first name
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i want to do that too
we need to be deconstructing our identities
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
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
lol
what do you mean
fw
sorry i am texting like a slav
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
i am quite illiterate on producing technology
isaac newton
I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
brb i will read and reply sincerely
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
It was about a crazy lady who lived above his flat in Pimlico. She would let pigeons into her flat so she could feed them. Apparently she didn't want her presence in the flat to interfere with the natural behaviour of the pigeons, so she would let them nest and shit in there and she wouldn't clean it up, because it wasn't natural to do so. The pigeons would die, but apart from the smell and the sludge and the gas, the corpses weren't really a problem. It was the rats that came to eat them. The rats would eat the rotting pigeon corpses mixed in with the rotting pigeon shit and they would get ill and die too. New rats that came through wouldn't mind though, and they'd start to eat the mass, only to get sick and die in it later on. The population grew steadily as more pigeons and rats came from in the cold, to live naturally. They fed the mass further.
i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
yeah