But seriously, thank you, Jack, for telling me that I could submit this to a high-level literary magazine or creative nonfiction outlet with some minor tweaks. I don't think I will do that.
that looks like my instagram account
which magnetises chains of pins
its good short few pages
bro i read nothing in my life
i really havent
its good
send your tumblr
is this you as well
fw
wait what is that
we need to be deconstructing our identities
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
i want to do that too
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
ahnaf abrar
god being the centre magnet
is everyoneback on tumblr now
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
so an active mazelike process
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
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Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.
abrar?