ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time

i dont understand magnetisation

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

your feed looks like my tumblr

whats your name?

magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you

lol

December 2025

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

He went in there with a camera to film it before he moved out of the building. He didn't think anyone would believe the story if he didn't have proof.

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

As we're stood there I notice a middle-aged woman staring at us across the room. I'm trying to catch her gaze, but its kind of vacant. I guess she sees me looking and considers it to be an invitation. She floats over to us in this strange dazed way, and on the approach I realise she's staring at (through?) my Korean colleague / fresh meat. She's saying wow, wow, wow. She seems genuinely so delighted, so shocked, so elated.

i really havent

We look out over the river to a block of luxury flats built on the site of some old docks. It would be nice to live right there. Yes. The conversation drifts to the pleasantness of warm lighting and whether anyone needs a smart home. I interrupt her to make a joke about the French Raj as he runs up the causeway. We stand there laughing. The fireworks go off behind him.

abrar?

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

no like which do people call me

We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.

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'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.

There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.

13, H, grate

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."

so the method has to be autonomous

and the fake qualifier

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

I Write Goodbye Letter

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

Thank you, Jack

god being the centre magnet

not their contents

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03