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.

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

so an active mazelike process

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

send your tumblr

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

idk

I Write Goodbye Letter

i love to walk around and see things and take photos and go online and look at websites and click on links and take screenshots i love to surf and i love to browse

...

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

much more tactility

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

like magnets

and the fake qualifier

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

like first name

not their contents

something for the future. something to look at when this is more. I've been thinking about... whatever

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

that looks like my instagram account