i really havent
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
or never left
god being the centre magnet
idk
send link
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send your tumblr
i have read not even 1 book
like first name
"Put a blanket."
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
bro i read nothing in my life
the site i am dreaming
whats your name?
i want to do that too
abrar?
so at the end
the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.
hiding from the rain
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.