Good Evening, Sir
Jordana. Seventeen. Gryffindor. Londoner. Socialist.
"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;"
- 'The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock' T.S.Eliot
Good Evening, Sir
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omg hair
look at that gorgeous head of hair
some bald person would be jealous of that head of hair
its pretty long
no?
its pretty alright
i like it