Might go back to uni purely so that I can talk shit about papers and wanky dead dudes.

A poem sent to me by an incarcerated man unjustly sentenced to life.

(I like how this piece touches on a prisoner’s inability to observe the ‘outside’ world; there is no change of season within the constraints of a concrete box. There is no horizon. There is no hope; only four walls and the drive to survive.)

Lowkey wish it was 2012 and I could still post obscure song lyrics as a form of communication

“There I was, detoxing in the hill tribes of Shang-rai, and I just thought, what the fuck have I done”

— a good friend, prior to going to rehab lmao

Having Arabic friends means that you can’t ever watch Arabic cinema without feeling anxiety each time a character says, “yallah” 😂