somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

so magnetisation means the divine spirit acting thru u endowing you with its qualities

is everyoneback on tumblr now

abrar?

or never left

your feed looks like my tumblr

i have read not even 1 book

i was tempted to lie about my name

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 Write Goodbye Letter

...

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?

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

not so on: yvf(wthw)

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

confused - is it the tide or its absense? I still like where I was going with it. anyway, real reader know this site is the note.
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

i am quite illiterate on producing technology

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

have you read

I am below everything.