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.

what do you mean

yeah

ahnaf abrar

i was tempted to lie about my name

no like which do people call me

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

fw

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ion

plato

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

what do you think my name is

bro i read nothing in my life

abrar?

Slug

i really havent

and the fake qualifier

your feed looks like my tumblr

so the method has to be autonomous

that looks like my instagram account

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

This is a website run by a narcissist who can't produce anything without the hope that it is seen and loved but can't act due to the fear of it being seen and hated. They immediately feel the need to ask Jack GPT to define whatever this feeling is in the hope that understanding it will mean control over it and control over it will mean that they can stop it.

i have read not even 1 book

it is hopeful

13, H, grate

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I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.