Today I felt like starting
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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that looks like my instagram account
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it is hopeful
i have read not even 1 book
currently
okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate
propensity within someone
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
magnetisation/form
I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
lol yea
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46