abrar?

is everyoneback on tumblr now

what do you think my name is

i was tempted to lie about my name

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

whats your name?

no like which do people call me

your feed looks like my tumblr

bro i read nothing in my life

idk

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate

Slug

and the fake qualifier

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

was it worth it

or never left

The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

lol yea

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

ahnaf abrar

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.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."