I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
is everyoneback on tumblr now
we need to be deconstructing our identities
what do you think my name is
yeah
ion
plato
which magnetises chains of pins
that looks like my instagram account
its good
send your tumblr
abrar?
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
And thank you for telling me that the manner in which the narrator consistently fails to act morally is really compelling. Fuck you.
wait what is that
A procession forms behind the French Raj and his fireworks bearer as they head out the door. I've lost my Korean colleague / fresh meat in the chaos. I'm sure he'll be able to fend for himself. They have mandatory military service in Korea.
bro i read nothing in my life
After I get away from the old racist failed actor, I go to see my Korean colleague. He's just arrived in London and I want to see how he's handling the party. We'd been invited as fresh meat for some of the older, gayer attendees. We aren't aware of that.
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
hello reader,
...
i really havent
I am below everything.
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
and the fake qualifier