and the fake qualifier
like first name
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
i really havent
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bro i read nothing in my life
bro i read nothing in my life
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
its good short few pages
your feed looks like my tumblr
sorry i am texting like a slav
Thank you for telling me that I'm failing to see how I'm reproducing the dynamics I'm trying to critique by only describing my Korean colleague / fresh meat and the black girl in relation to others and myself.
isaac newton
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.i have read not even 1 book