glitching through time and space

My aforementioned jeans gave me an allergic reaction BC of the polyester pockets, I adore them too much to try to replace. New project = cut out the pockets and sew in cotton ones.

On a rail replacement bus, smell of chips is permeating through the bag of the man with the red cheeks beside me. There's a yellowish green tint from the outdated bus. The dog in a pram downstairs yelping on every bump. Everyone sniffling or holding down a cough. The ceiling rattles. It doesn't have the magic of a train but it's getting me out of this shit hole town.

Bought some new trousers for the first time in a year, they're wide tapered in just the right way, a mix of Japanese street wear and the pretentious London boy with a mustache w organic coffee, drinking Guinness for likes, getting his friends to take nonchalant candid pics of him, coloured lenses, carabineer keys, vintage baseball cap, tiktok marketing, handmade jewellery, loose plaid boxer shorts, Birkenstocks, tote bag w a 2000s digicam, listening to the nichest bands like the velvet underground and Alex turners alt band bc "you've probably never heard of them", vinyl, brown cigarettes, potentially a pipe, quoting Camus for a slice of seeming like he's not the private school boy who grew up a little bit ugly but blended in w all the other rugby football lads and is now clutching on to anything to seem like he's accomplished something since leaving sixth form. Anyway, that's enough of that analogy. See you later, I'll be wearing the new jeans, can't wait for you to see them.

Checking in, finally did some work, at the expense of my uni work. Only in moments of finally doing tough things do I start to romanticise about schoolwork again. Something that seems like such a pain in the ass becomes desirable once again. Anyway, time to clock out and come back to schoolwork feeling overwhelming once I return from my brief coffee break.

Something so blissful about posting to a site and it not being shown to every person you have ever encountered over the course of your sentient life.

Revisiting Tumblr after 9 years to try to spark the joy that once was.