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much more tactility
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
i was tempted to lie about my name
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:27:13
yeah
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
your feed looks like my tumblr
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
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.
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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feel you
isaac newton
ahnaf abrar
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
its good