what do you mean

its good

i want to do that too

send your tumblr

whats your name?

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

we need to be deconstructing our identities

what do you think my name is

and the fake qualifier

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.

...

god being the centre magnet

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

...

Better Lift

Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.