a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.god being the centre magnet
ahnaf abrar
your feed looks like my tumblr
bro i read nothing in my life
abrar?
lol
i have read not even 1 book
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
send your tumblr
idk
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
the site i am dreaming
its good
plato
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
yeah
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
no like which do people call me
Thank you, Jack
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.
which magnetises chains of pins
its good
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The old failed actor genuinely believed this girl was of a lesser race. He believed she shouldn't be talking with me, shouldn't be here at this party, shouldn't be here in this country. He wanted a white England. I didn't really challenge him on it. Sometimes I justify it with thoughts like I was drunk, or baffled, or it isn't an argument I'll win, or he can't hear me anyway, or whatever. I didn't argue with him. I just cut off his rant and left with a pathetic "In a bit."
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.