"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
plato
the site i am dreaming
thank you
the textwall is as much for me as it is for you
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
"Put a blanket."
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
wait what is that
in a post. I want to be remembered
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.
but i respect your search
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️
i dont understand magnetisation