December 2025
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
was it worth it
abrar?
ahnaf abrar
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
was it worth it
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.bro i read nothing in my life
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
wait what is that
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
hello reader,
i really havent
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
I am below everything.
all that is to say
i want to do that too
...
currently
bro i read nothing in my life
not so on: yvf(wthw)