and the fake qualifier
like first name
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
...
i really havent
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
ahnaf abrar
fw
or never left
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
i want to do that too
its good
yeah
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
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.
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
what do you mean
The only real Londoner remaining is old, bitter, kept around for entertainment, defined by tropes from 30+ years ago. They play gangsters in films, or they work in a pie and mash shop, or they go on Business Insider's YouTube channel to tell you about their crimes. And they somehow still find the time to spend all day hanging about cafes and pubs for you to bump into, to remind you of Real London.
was it worth it
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03
send your tumblr
is everyoneback on tumblr now
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46
Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49
you know who you are. no more time, not like
1
. way too specific.