is this you as well
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i dont understand magnetisation
i have read not even 1 book
is everyoneback on tumblr now
fw
plato
lol
barren land
what do you mean
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i was tempted to lie about my name
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
like first name
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.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
you cannot feed someone truth
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.
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt