The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

send link

the site i am dreaming

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

have you read

i understand

Style

a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it

i want to do that too

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

its good short few pages

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

wait what is that

barren land

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

my watchlater reached its limit years ago and now i have to create a playlist for each new topic im interested in but it is incredibly hard to create the taxonomy of knowledge because everything seems to be everything else because at the end it is what you get from it that matters not what is given

your feed looks like my tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

no like which do people call me

magnetises a pin

i see a website

abrar?