feel you
Another Frenchman pushes through the crowd to join him. He's an events organiser who I'd met earlier, and he's holding a large box wrapped in a bin bag. They're the fireworks he'd smuggled in from France the night before. They're Industrial Grade, whatever that means for fireworks.
its good short few pages
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
send your tumblr
hello reader,
i really havent
sorry i am texting like a slav
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. I get the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.
like first name
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
that looks like my instagram account
bro i read nothing in my life
is everyoneback on tumblr now
isaac newton
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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idk
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
abrar?
like magnets