And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
and the fake qualifier
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac
what do you think my name is
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
lol
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
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.
thank you
i really havent
i want to do that too
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.
yeah
I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
ahnaf abrar
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."
abrar?
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
feel you
so at the end
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?