bro i read nothing in my life

feel you

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

whats your name?

and the fake qualifier

its good

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

have you read

i really havent

sorry i am texting like a slav

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

its good short few pages

hello reader,

send link

fw

I Write Goodbye Letter

Thank you, Jack

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

...

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
this will be about a slug

yeah

i understand

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

not so on: yvf(wthw)

The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.

not their contents

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.