bro i read nothing in my life
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
the site i am dreaming
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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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
ahnaf abrar
we need to be deconstructing our identities
isaac newton
idk
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
send your tumblr
bro i read nothing in my life
its good
not so on: yvf(wthw)