I just found out that I didn’t get back into UCL-run halls for next year, which means it’s either the streets or an armless, legless, kidneyless existence in exorbitantly priced London housing.
Zen calm. Zen calm. Zen fucking calm…
the liminal edition
I just found out that I didn’t get back into UCL-run halls for next year, which means it’s either the streets or an armless, legless, kidneyless existence in exorbitantly priced London housing.
Zen calm. Zen calm. Zen fucking calm…