really i want the internet

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.

all that is to say

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

in a post. I want to be remembered

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

...

and the fake qualifier

lol yea

feel you

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

autonomy of learning

have you read

It Will Get Lighter

abrar?

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

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.