that looks like my instagram account

idk

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things

stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i dont understand magnetisation

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

I Write Goodbye Letter

i love it here

magnetises a pin


⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

It Will Get Lighter

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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ahnaf abrar

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.

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

2 (actually index). two is company

is everyoneback on tumblr now

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue