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.

send your tumblr

god being the centre magnet

in a post. I want to be remembered

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.

its good

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.

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

Better Lift

its good

Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17

really i want the internet

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Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

is this you as well

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

idk

is everyoneback on tumblr now

we can only engage in such a way

yeah

i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."