I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send your tumblr
plato
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah
i dont understand magnetisation
what do you mean
lol
is everyoneback on tumblr now
as in
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.
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there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
ion
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.or never left
i really havent
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
December 2025
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.