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."
fw
i dont understand magnetisation
lol
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
god being the centre magnet
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
you have a beautiful account btw
i love it here
lol yea
that looks like my instagram account
It's
dusk
in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.in a post. I want to be remembered
we want to live the knowledge too live the content
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."