Can I see
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.
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
abrar?
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
have you read
i love it here
send your tumblr
i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate
ahnaf abrar
yeah
lol
idk
barren land
fw
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
we need to be deconstructing our identities
Thank you, Jack, for telling me I'm just as bad as the characters (actually they're people, if that means anything to you) that I'm writing about.
that looks like my instagram account
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting