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.

is everyoneback on tumblr now

its good short few pages

wait what is that

we need to be deconstructing our identities

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

or never left

lol

ahnaf abrar

your feed looks like my tumblr

its good

that looks like my instagram account

feel you

sorry i am texting like a slav

Slug

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

Thank you, Jack

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Above and in front two birds are darting in and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate, but I can't really make it out in the low light. It's just after

dusk