After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
i have read not even 1 book
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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.
One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
not so on: yvf(wthw)
yeah
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Lift Analysis
it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15