but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
it is hopeful
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.
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.
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
Better Lift
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
much more tactility
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amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
okay this is interesting because pedagogies we have rn are not proper models
is everyoneback on tumblr now
feel you
Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl
idk
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class