its good
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
sorry i am texting like a slav
was it worth it
was it worth it
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
send your tumblr
wait what is that
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i was tempted to lie about my name
magnetises a pin
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
i hope ai fixes this with the cessation of interfaces and walls
god being the centre magnet
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
barren land
brb i will read and reply sincerely
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
fw
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
no i haven't really read anything
magnetisation/form
that looks like my instagram account