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.
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Can I see
Thank you, Jack
Lift Analysis
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
yes
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
i have read not even 1 book
as in
wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me
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.
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is everyoneback on tumblr now
its good