much more tactility
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Thank you, Jack
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
you have a beautiful account btw
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
no i haven't really read anything
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
abrar?
i see a website
really i want the internet
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.
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.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
whats your name?