yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

that looks like my instagram account

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

thank you

what do you think my name is

It Will Get Lighter

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

It Will Get Lighter

send your tumblr

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its good

wait what is that

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lol yea

we need to be deconstructing our identities

Thank you, Jack

2 (actually index). two is company

its good

it is hopeful

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

hello reader,

IWGD

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.

okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models

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.

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.