a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

.

the site i am dreaming

in a post. I want to be remembered

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

send your tumblr

wait what is that

its good

like first name

and so on. not wanting the rhyming / clanging

barren land

lol

i have read not even 1 book

or never left

plato

was it worth it

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.

its performative

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The Hatton geezer (fuck off) reminds me of this old failed actor who I'd met at a party a few years ago, another man out of time and out of place. This actor had scored a minor role in Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and never really let go of it, had gone on to build his whole identity around it. I can't really blame him.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

what do you think my name is