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."
the site i am dreaming
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
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
send link
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
was it worth it
i really havent
i really havent
was it worth it
no like which do people call me
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
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.
lol
god being the centre magnet
its good
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
god "possessing" artists "possessing" people
plato
i love it here
i have read not even 1 book
we need to be deconstructing our identities
yeah
idk
Thank you, Jack