what do you mean
lol yea
wait what is that
the site i am dreaming
no i haven't really read anything
i really havent
your feed looks like my tumblr
plato
i dont understand magnetisation
The Hatton geezer (fuck off) is emptying his pockets, searching for the silver rizlas he apparently has. He refuses to take one of mine (also silver) because the tobacco I'm giving him is already too much to ask. He tells me about the guy who can do 50g of Golden Virginia for a good price, the guy who every other man over 50 knows. I'm not interested.
i was tempted to lie about my name
sorry i am texting like a slav
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
what do you think my name is
thank you
feel you
As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.
like first name
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