Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

"Put a blanket."

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

bro i read nothing in my life

abrar?

I Write Goodbye Letter

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.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

Rain, starting

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

lol

i understand

is everyoneback on tumblr now

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

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"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

13, H, grate

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

i love it here

its good short few pages

yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf

fw

idk

ahnaf abrar

whats your name?

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

It Will Get Lighter

no like which do people call me