nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
fw
i really havent
I am below everything.
that looks like my instagram account
the site i am dreaming
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
wait what is that
lol
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.
was it worth it
Lift Analysis
i have read not even 1 book
ion
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.
yes
plato