sorry i am texting like a slav
is everyoneback on tumblr now
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
plato
like first name
and the fake qualifier
which magnetises chains of pins
bro i read nothing in my life
i love it here
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 was tempted to lie about my name
i want to do that too
ahnaf abrar
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
barren land
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
what do you mean
god being the centre magnet
was it worth it
your feed looks like my tumblr
send your tumblr
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
bro i read nothing in my life
what do you think my name is
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.
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I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
thank you
is this you as well
i really havent