yeah
fw
whats your name?
barren land
or never left
yeah
no i haven't really read anything
its good short few pages
ahnaf abrar
sorry i am texting like a slav
was it worth it
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
not so on: yvf(wthw)
hello reader,
is this you as well
Thank you, Jack
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
and the fake qualifier
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
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.
bro i read nothing in my life
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.
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
its good
A roll of 50s is one of the items he dumps onto my table during the search. Of course it is. He asks if I'm a delivery boy or a setter or this or that diamond related job. I keep saying no, I'm enjoying hearing all of these new words. Eventually I tell him that I work in film, which is kind of true. He asks where I'm filming. I'm not filming. He tells me that I can't be that good at it then. He then tells me that he made a film once, in the 80s. It was called Pimlico Rats.
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.
December 2025