with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

i have read not even 1 book

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

and the fake qualifier

we need to be deconstructing our identities

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.

abrar?

fw

send your tumblr

isaac newton

whats your name?

It Will Get Lighter

no i haven't really read anything

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

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.

god being the centre magnet

ahnaf abrar

I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

we want to live the knowledge too live the content

god "possessing" artists "possessing" people

Thank you, Jack