It's

dusk

that looks like my instagram account

yeah

lol yea

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

sorry i am texting like a slav

god being the centre magnet

whats your name?

or never left

thank you

feel you

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

and the fake qualifier

i have read not even 1 book

i really havent

was it worth it

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

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your feed looks like my tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

lol

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

send your tumblr

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

ahnaf abrar

not so on: yvf(wthw)

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

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is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

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so at the end