god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
and the fake qualifier
we need to be deconstructing our identities
is this you as well
like first name
feel you
wait what is that
like magnets
god being the centre magnet
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
its good short few pages
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
was it worth it
its good
December 2025
i was tempted to lie about my name
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
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.
send your tumblr
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
bro i read nothing in my life
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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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59