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.
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
no i haven't really read anything
barren land
i have read not even 1 book
the site i am dreaming
but i respect your search
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things
idk
lol
is this you as well
feel you
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
like first name
send your tumblr
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
ahnaf abrar
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
no longer writing in the third person
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
lol yea
your feed looks like my tumblr
Their voices are saying they haven't and shouldn't fuck but want to so bad, or have fucked and can't again but want to so bad, or something like that. Would this be easier if they were birds? Incel kind of question... I'm not following the conversation, but I'm still listening. He's talking in this slightly begging way. It's a way of talking that asks for pity, like he's already tried appealing to every other one of her sensibilities. Incel kind of observation... Maybe he just talks like that, in some upspeak derivative. Haha unless?