I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
i was tempted to lie about my name
i understand
that looks like my instagram account
god being the centre magnet
whats your name?
isaac newton
hello reader,
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.
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
idk
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
sorry i am texting like a slav
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good
ahnaf abrar
what do you think my name is
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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
feel you
have you read
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
your feed looks like my tumblr
like first name
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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