like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
and the fake qualifier
i have read not even 1 book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
send link
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
what do you think my name is
He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
fw
idk
feel you
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.
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.
or never left
plato
its good short few pages
magnetises a pin
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
not so on: yvf(wthw)
bro i read nothing in my life
lol yea
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
wait what is that