"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
it is hopeful
hello reader,
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.
somewhere between instagram and chatgpt
what do you think my name is
abrar?
no like which do people call me
i was tempted to lie about my name
bro i read nothing in my life
ahnaf abrar
is this you as well
no longer writing in the third person
ion
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
have you read