like first name

your feed looks like my tumblr

i was tempted to lie about my name

that looks like my instagram account

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

its good

no like which do people call me

i believe search always should be immersive, because whatever is pre planned and non consuming (what you are looking for is total engulfment by the spectre of the real), a joyous intensity, a flow of virtue

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

lol

feel you

ahnaf abrar

was it worth it

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

god being the centre magnet

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

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whats your name?

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

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

I am below everything.