hello reader,
abrar?
i was tempted to lie about my name
and the fake qualifier
yeah
whats your name?
i want to do that too
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
sorry i am texting like a slav
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
was it worth it
no i haven't really read anything
was it worth it
isaac
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
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plato
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
its good
fw
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
i have read not even 1 book
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isaac newton
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.
barren land
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