barren land

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.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

your feed looks like my tumblr

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

i was tempted to lie about my name

that looks like my instagram account

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

yeah

2 (actually index). two is company

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Pimlico Rats

hello reader,

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

fw

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

Thank you, Jack

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

was it worth it

abrar?

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.