Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

It Will Get Lighter

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.

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.

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

send link

is everyoneback on tumblr now

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

no i haven't really read anything

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

lol

magnetises a pin

not so on: yvf(wthw)

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

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we need to be deconstructing our identities

I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

hello reader,

Can I see

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

so the method has to be autonomous

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.

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.