i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

what do you think my name is

thank you

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

i want to do that too

yeah

plato

which magnetises chains of pins

plato

you know who you are. no more time, not like

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no like which do people call me

god being the centre magnet

Thank you, Jack

send your tumblr

ahnaf abrar

i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying

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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.

Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

okay im going very rogue and very inarticulate

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

abrar?