Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
...
its good
yeah
was it worth it
your feed looks like my tumblr
plato
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good
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.
wait what is that
magnetises a pin
yes
that looks like my instagram account
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
i understand
is this you as well
have you read
bro i read nothing in my life
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.