Thank you, Jack

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

send your tumblr

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

i want to do that too

bro i read nothing in my life

thank you

lol

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

i really havent

fw

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

or never left

and the fake qualifier

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.

hello reader,

i understand

...

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

ahnaf abrar

magnetises a pin

what do you think my name is

i was tempted to lie about my name

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

in a post. I want to be remembered

is this you as well