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
no i haven't really read anything
i was tempted to lie about my name
sorry i am texting like a slav
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i want to do that too
its good short few pages
we need to be deconstructing our identities
thank you
hello reader,
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.
idk
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
your feed looks like my tumblr
no like which do people call me
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
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.
that looks like my instagram account
abrar?
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
is everyoneback on tumblr now