it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

Today I felt like starting

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

fw

bro i read nothing in my life

magnetises a pin

that looks like my instagram account

idk

send link

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

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

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

lol yea

i was tempted to lie about my name

thank you

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

wait what is that

your feed looks like my tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

i love it here

is everyoneback on tumblr now

ahnaf abrar

yeah

yeah

sorry i am texting like a slav

hiding from the rain

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

we can only engage in such a way

it is hopeful

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting