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They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river.
your feed looks like my tumblr
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
much more tactility
Windrush Art Kid Oligarch
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.
send your tumblr
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
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