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.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

so at the end

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

i really havent

was it worth it

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

December 2025

wait what is that

ahnaf abrar

we need to be deconstructing our identities

idk

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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