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.
yeah
whats your name?
is everyoneback on tumblr now
bro i read nothing in my life
or never left
you cannot feed someone truth
fw
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.
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
was it worth it
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
abrar?
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59