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.
We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes.
We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
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.
abrar?
plato
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
what do you think my name is
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
isaac
not their contents
much more tactility
your feed looks like my tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
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magnetisation/form
i really havent
i dont understand magnetisation
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
or never left
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them