yeah
barren land
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.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
i have read not even 1 book
December 2025
no like which do people call me
send your tumblr
abrar?
your feed looks like my tumblr
like first name
idk
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
but really the thing should be autonomous
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.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
currently
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
brb i will read and reply sincerely
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
Better Lift
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it