i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
sorry i am texting like a slav
i have read not even 1 book
no i haven't really read anything
isaac newton
is everyoneback on tumblr now
send your tumblr
its good
i dont understand magnetisation
your feed looks like my tumblr
barren land
thank you
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities