One of the birds shoots out of the tree.
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. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. 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.
hello reader,
sorry i am texting like a slav
isaac
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its good
is everyoneback on tumblr now
bro i read nothing in my life
plato
i dont understand magnetisation
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.yeah
i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse
something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever