is everyoneback on tumblr now

I Write Goodbye Letter

no i haven't really read anything

fw

ahnaf abrar

i have read not even 1 book

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.

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

i dont understand magnetisation

what do you mean

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

but i respect your search

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

idk

abrar?

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

"Put a blanket."

so at the end

1

barren land

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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 people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

much more tactility

really i want the internet

brb i will read and reply sincerely