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.

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

bro i read nothing in my life

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.

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

the site i am dreaming

I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

autonomy of learning

isaac newton

send your tumblr

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and the fake qualifier

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.

wait what is that