was it worth it

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

no like which do people call me

feel you

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

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

bro i read nothing in my life

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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

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

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

what do you think my name is

i was tempted to lie about my name

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

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thank you, Jack

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.

whats your name?

isaac newton

isaac

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

barren land

its good short few pages

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