that looks like my instagram account
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
isaac newton
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
your feed looks like my tumblr
i really havent
plato
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
thank you
i want to do that too
bro i read nothing in my life
its good short few pages
what do you think my name is
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
feel you
its good
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
what do you mean
lol yea
no like which do people call me
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.
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
yeah
it is hopeful
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.
have you read
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.