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.

its good short few pages

fw

division of reality is straying away from it

we can only engage in such a way

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

abrar?

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

barren land

we need to be deconstructing our identities

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.

the site i am dreaming

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Today I felt like starting

in a way what we are really interested in with pedagogy is the magnetisation

Better Lift

i really havent

idk

December 2025

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.

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

ahnaf abrar

like magnets

i have read not even 1 book

IWGD

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

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