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like first name

bro i read nothing in my life

ahnaf abrar

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.

way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it

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was it worth it

send link

Actual born-Londoners aren't LARPing like this, they sold their shite family home for a million pounds and moved to Malaga years ago. They have their culture and they've taken it elsewhere.

that looks like my instagram account

is everyoneback on tumblr now

part of an old note. It will get lighter.

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I imagine that some lab-grown 29-year-old from Woking with a mind honed to identify individuals who fit the profile of Real Londoner (as conceived of by 50 opinion-polled racist builders and their wives in the Midlands) picks a stubborn local who can still somehow afford to live here and passes him along to some creative studio.

somewhere between instagram and chatgpt

Thank you, Jack

Picture

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

lol

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

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.