okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
was it worth it
i have read not even 1 book
thank you
feel you
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
what do you mean
i dont understand magnetisation
plato
lol
not so on: yvf(wthw)
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.
have you read
like first name
Thank you, Jack
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
much more tactility
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
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is everyoneback on tumblr now