Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
whats your name?
bro i read nothing in my life
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
that looks like my instagram account
yeah
like first name
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
what do you mean
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
send your tumblr
is everyoneback on tumblr now
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.
you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 23:49:08
as in
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
you cannot feed someone truth
ahnaf abrar
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.
or never left
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."