I wonder if people will ever grow tired of paying money to watch one stranger pretend to seduce another (film)
My hands move over a keyboard like some idiot wizard casting spells to produce nothing but vague notions of “this is alright, right?” and shrugs.
Time to go back to reading about Edwardian architecture. See you in the morning, Tumblr.
Coming up tomorrow on this station: Shopping at the weekend market (I need produce, but mostly fruit and maybe some tomatoes) and an early evening concert where I will probably drink far too much, take photos, and then wonder why we don’t talk so much but it turns out you’ve just been busy and not purposely silent.
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