One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
send your tumblr
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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bro i read nothing in my life
idk
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
plato
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
kind of mythopoesis
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.
autonomy of learning
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
like magnets
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
feel you
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
Thank you, Jack
really i want the internet
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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