As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
your feed looks like my tumblr
i understand
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
that looks like my instagram account
isaac
its good
ion
magnetises a pin
and the fake qualifier
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
god being the centre magnet
the site i am dreaming
abrar?
hello reader,
...
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.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
as in
ahnaf abrar
its performative
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
was it worth it