We gather around the start of a causeway down to the Thames. It's a pretty cold night and there's a breeze coming off the river. I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the dim silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank. They're fucking around with the box. I ask her what people do with fireworks for so long before they're ready to light. She doesn't know.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
ahnaf abrar
that looks like my instagram account
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
like first name
your feed looks like my tumblr
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
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and the fake qualifier
bro i read nothing in my life
abrar?
sorry i am texting like a slav
bro i read nothing in my life
not so on: yvf(wthw)
feel you
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ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
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Today I felt like starting
hello reader,
Thank you, Jack
think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now
Lift Analysis
There is a pretty persistent ambient hate in England, a lot of people say vile shit about Muslims or immigrants or whatever, but in my experience most people aren't actual white supremacists. They have a black friend who they get a beer with. One of the good ones. Etc.
i really havent