so at the end

you cannot feed someone truth

not their contents

i was tempted to lie about my name

its good short few pages

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

magnetises a pin

we need to be deconstructing our identities

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

is everyoneback on tumblr now

...

what do you think my name is

that looks like my instagram account

⚠️ Live Document Forever ⚠️

like first name

god being the centre magnet

Mon, 01 Dec 2025 23:38:15

i have read not even 1 book

i want to do that too

no i haven't really read anything

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.

feel you

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:

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.

ion

The studio designs some piece of media to perpetuate the marketable concept of Real London, while the real London is hollowed out by hollow bankers or whatever. Not pulling on that thread. But the yuppies don't mind because they're free to iterate on Real London without any competition from real London because it's too concerned with its slow eradication. And there's nice flats to live in now or whatever. The yuppies can begin to inhabit their Real London.

autonomy of learning

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.