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. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.
that looks like my instagram account
lol yea
send your tumblr
magnetises a pin
god being the centre magnet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
you know who you are. no more time, not like
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. way too specific.Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
what do you mean
bro i read nothing in my life
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
like first name
feel you
...
no i haven't really read anything
i have read not even 1 book
what do you think my name is
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
i was tempted to lie about my name
isaac
fw
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
your feed looks like my tumblr
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol
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."