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.
its good
bro i read nothing in my life
December 2025
no like which do people call me
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
that looks like my instagram account
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i understand
plato
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
isaac
abrar?
sorry i am texting like a slav
was it worth it
the site i am dreaming
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
thank you
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
god being the centre magnet
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
idk