magnetises a pin
send your tumblr
i understand
lol
or never left
plato
no like which do people call me
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
Maybe, Jack, I'm doing this because I'm English?
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.
i want to do that too
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
ahnaf abrar
what do you mean
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."
barren land
i dont understand magnetisation
ion
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
yeah
Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15
no longer writing in the third person
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
much more tactility