Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
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I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
I am below everything.
sorry i am texting like a slav
is everyoneback on tumblr now
that looks like my instagram account
no i haven't really read anything
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
no longer writing in the third person
what do you mean
Thank you, Jack
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
send your tumblr
i dont understand magnetisation
yeah
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.
currently
like first name