yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

no like which do people call me

feel you

like first name

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

abrar?

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.

and the fake qualifier

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

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

1

Thank you, Jack

i have read not even 1 book

fw

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

that looks like my instagram account

isaac

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

and the fake qualifier

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

its good short few pages

I Write Goodbye Letter

i understand

He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!

lol

hello reader,

your feed looks like my tumblr

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.