you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
hiding from the rain
it is hopeful
December 2025
is this you as well
your feed looks like my tumblr
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.have you read
ahnaf abrar
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
Today I felt like starting
thank you
really i want the internet
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
division of reality is straying away from it
its good short few pages
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.
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.
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
Better Lift
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
hello reader,
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.
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.
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
Thank you, Jack
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