There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
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.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
Thank you, Jack
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
its good
yeah
i really havent
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24