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.

hiding from the rain

all that is to say

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

what do you mean

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

lol yea

what do you think my name is

bro i read nothing in my life

and the fake qualifier

its good short few pages

and the fake qualifier

abrar?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.

hello reader,

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

something religious, a kind of complex,

it will get lighter

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

idk

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

brb i will read and reply sincerely

god being the centre magnet

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.

i want to do that too