nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
ahnaf abrar
no like which do people call me
like first name
December 2025
i want to do that too
feel you
its good
send your tumblr
yeah
is everyoneback on tumblr now
Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
what do you mean
its good
that looks like my instagram account
magnetisation basically means the induction of divine form unto you
we need to be deconstructing our identities
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.
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.
its good short few pages
yeah people dont get it they assume its ahnaf
we want to live the knowledge too live the content