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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
god being the centre magnet
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
plato
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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
its good
sorry i am texting like a slav
i dont understand magnetisation
like first name
was it worth it
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
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