i got bored though because i knew all of the different arrangements of it. i probably needed to stick at it longer to get it dense enough to feel navigable in a way that was engaging to me
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
feel you
its good short few pages
and the fake qualifier
lol
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
isaac newton
i really havent
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
like first name
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
sorry i am texting like a slav
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
no i haven't really read anything
send your tumblr
not so on: yvf(wthw)
what do you think my name is
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 have read not even 1 book
hello reader,
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.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
wait what is that
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