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.
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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.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
lol
is this you as well
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
i love it here
yeah
its good
yeah
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i want to do that too
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
what do you mean
god being the centre magnet
isaac newton
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
in a post. I want to be remembered
i have read not even 1 book