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.
whats your name?
feel you
what do you mean
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
or never left
fw
isaac newton
i want to do that too
abrar?
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
like first name
what do you think my name is
is everyoneback on tumblr now
we need to be deconstructing our identities
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
lol yea
December 2025
have you read
lol
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
, I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out."Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i have read not even 1 book