or never left

that looks like my instagram account

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

fw

have you read

what do you mean

i really havent

your feed looks like my tumblr

It Will Get Lighter

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

ahnaf abrar

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

i understand

the site i am dreaming

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

what do you think my name is

is this you as well

It's loud and he's gone deaf in one ear, so I don't think he's really hearing anything I'm trying to say. We're both pretty drunk too. It's making for a kind of surreal interactive Business Insider YouTube video of a conversation. He talks, waits for my response, sees my mouth moving but doesn't hear my words, then he imagines something in their place, and replies to that. At least I don't really have to do anything but drink and mime and listen to a lot of bullshit fake gangster talk, being an actor, boxing, the old days, blah blah blah.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

was it worth it

idk

Today I felt like starting

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

i have read not even 1 book

I Write Goodbye Letter

no longer writing in the third person

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.

wait what is that