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.
which magnetises chains of pins
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
idk
magnetises a pin
what do you think my name is
send your tumblr
feel you
ahnaf abrar
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
abrar?
your feed looks like my tumblr
lol yea
and the fake qualifier
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
lol
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
i love it here
is this you as well
i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
i see a website
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever
Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
yeah
as in
its good
like magnets
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
i understand
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."