nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
i was tempted to lie about my name
we need to be deconstructing our identities
and the fake qualifier
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
isaac newton
send your tumblr
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
have you read
idk
ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
its good
was it worth it
bro i read nothing in my life
ion
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hello reader,
wait what is that
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.
lol
My inability to confront the old racist failed actor is distracting me. I decide not to tell her about it.
Her English is poor but she manages a brief introduction before getting to the point. She asks if she can touch his face. She's already reaching out and gesturing at it. Koreans are way too polite, he's just laughing awkwardly. I put my hand kind of between them and wave it to try and indicate no to her. I'm still in fucking mime mode. I say no, but it's not really to her, or to him, just no, in general. This is all too weird. Dejected, she departs with a comment about having never seen someone like him before.
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.
is everyoneback on tumblr now
not so on: yvf(wthw)
lol yea
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
I'm sat out the front of a cafe in Hatton Garden. I've just eaten a brie and bacon panini, and I'm rolling a cigarette. Feeling very London. An old man comes up to me and asks for a roll-up. I oblige.
thank you
He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.