Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
currently
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
abrar?
"Put a blanket."
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.lol
have you read
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
lol yea
"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."
that looks like my instagram account
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
i dont understand magnetisation
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
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.