you cannot feed someone truth
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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i have read not even 1 book
ahnaf abrar
magnetises a pin
feel you
whats your name?
ion
barren land
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
no like which do people call me
no i haven't really read anything
sorry i am texting like a slav
isaac newton
what do you think my name is
god being the centre magnet
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
Thank you, Jack
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
but really the thing should be autonomous
which magnetises chains of pins