#uk core

[emberphoenixisgoingtolivee]

this killed me 17 times

[translation: oh no, not a fucking englishman, you burned Joan of Arc! hope your king dies soon lol. long live France]

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AI could never serve you 2012 UK realness with Want U Back the way Cher “does this sound like a helicopter? brrrrrr” Lloyd did

[emberphoenixisgoingtolivee]

pov you and the rest of sixth form are waiting for the school bus to go to another school for lessons and the bus doesn't show up for ages so a bunch of people give up and go home and you wait for a bit longer and the bus coming the other way can't drive you the other way because her shift is over so everyone just disbands from the bus stop and you call your dad to tell him you're going to the library to study but then he recommends you go back to the school you were at to tell the office so you and your friend go to the school who send for a replacement bus. ten minutes later they say a replacement bus is on its way so you head back out to the bus stop where you see a bus drive past. "that's not our bus!" you think. then you see the students inside, their mouths open in amused shock as they realise what's happening. the bus slows down, so you and your friend run for it, but it turns out they were just slowing down and they leave without you. "maybe they're just turning around!" you say. like a fool. "they might come back and get us, so we should just wait." poor, naïve fools. the bus does not come, and you and your friend are laughing hysterically. we go back into school, doing our walk of shame. your friend tries to ditch you and go home but you are not having this shit. we're here so we might as well make the most of it and do some studying. so you knuckle down in the sixth form centre for the third time today. and that's why i didn't go to a single lesson today. that was divine intervention honestly, God did NOT want me in that economics lesson

[emberphoenixisgoingtolivee]

british weather is a fucking joke i was walking back to my house and spent ten mere minutes getting absolutely pissed on by the sky. gloomy half-arsed light from the dying sky hanging over me like a noose. rain pelting me like soft, cold bullets, designed to slowly punch away at the human resolve. hair was clinging to my face like desperate soldiers on the edge of a cliff. when i put my hood over my head i got soaked from a mini pocket of collected rainwater like the buckets at a water park drenching an unsuspecting guest. i can rake my fingers through my hair and it will be indistinguishable from my scalp just after i've had a shower. my socks are a different colour from getting absolutely water logged. tomorrow it will be sunny and mild

[emberphoenixisgoingtolivee]

english town gothic:

the streets are littered with gum. they might look like stars if you squint

it is raining. you do not remember it starting raining. you do not notice the rain stopping. the rain will start again the moment you start to walk home

the shopping centre has a giant starbucks logo in the centre. the starbucks lady watches over you. she is nice. trust the starbucks lady. big starbucks is watching you

there is an abandoned factory dumped somewhere along the edge of the town. no one has been in the factory. your friend tells you of the dead pigeons strung up on the ceiling and the satanic symbols drawn on the floor

they promise to knock down the abandoned factory to build houses but the abandoned factory will never leave. it is part of this town

between every few shops is an alleyway. when you were younger, your parents told you not to, under any circumstances, walk down the alleyway. you try it once and walk into a different town

there is a shop with a sign: “sale! closing soon!” that has been there for a year. will it ever close? no one knows

the sky is grey. all the time. everywhere. accept this and you will get used to it. you will stop noticing after a while

there are pleasant woods. people walk their dogs there. do not go in the woods at night. not because of the people, oh no. the trees beckon you with their branches. if you go in, you will not go out

every other person is addicted to weed. weed is illegal here; you have no idea where it all comes from. someone is smoking weed at the park. you report this to an officer, who files a report and takes a break to smoke some weed

you find the corpse of a pathway, overgrown with trees and plants and brambles. there is a board at the entrance. you wonder, what do they so desperately want to hide in this pathway? what is there to hide? an old, boarded-up building lurks behind the trees. you have not been to that building since you were small

run, someone has written on the walls. run? from what? no one runs anymore. what are they scared of?

there are people at the pub. they will drink and smoke and cheer on something. you do not know what game. the tv has been broken for three years

someone is always at the pub. even at five in the morning. someone is always at the pub. the pub is never empty. even when all the lights are off. someone is always at the pub

go into the supermarket. it’s probably asda or aldi or lidl. you don’t bother to check. someone walks past you in a dressing gown and flip flops. they are carrying toilet roll and a six pack of beer. a two metre sign hanging over your head like a guillotine advertises 40% off carrots and peppers

sit on the bus and do not talk to the people. the people are silent. the people just want to get home. you watch the streets crawl past, other people’s breath condensing on the window. you do not mention the faceless driver of the bus, nor do you question why he takes you down a street you have never been down before

[emberphoenixisgoingtolivee]

it's hailing fucking bullets over here and there was lightning not even ten minutes ago what the fuck england you were SUNNY this morning

edit. since making this post 2 minutes ago, the sun has come out. again