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it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
not so on: yvf(wthw)
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
brb i will read and reply sincerely
Better Lift
I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
I am below everything.
i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it
As I'm trying to tell my Korean colleague / fresh meat that this is abnormal, that most people in England aren't like this, the host of the party emerges from the bathroom to a roar of laughter and applause. He's a fat middle aged Frenchman and he's changed into traditional Indian dress and a turban. He looks fucking ridiculous. I try to back away, to avoid the inevitable photo of me in this moment that will one day appear to ruin my life, but everyone is crowding around, trapping me in the middle of it.
there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.