He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
in a post. I want to be remembered
Lift Analysis
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
we need to be deconstructing our identities
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
plato
I am below everything.
isaac
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ahnaf abrar
i want to do that too
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
which magnetises chains of pins
yes
currently
sorry i am texting like a slav
plato
its good
whats your name?