13, H, grate

sorry i am texting like a slav

feel you

thank 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.

i dont understand magnetisation

we need to be deconstructing our identities

i was tempted to lie about my name

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

i understand

yeah

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

ion

or never left

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

which magnetises chains of pins

is everyoneback on tumblr now

"Put a blanket."

in a post. I want to be remembered

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

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autonomy of learning

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

its good

mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation

not their contents

i really havent

all that is to say