I am below everything.

I'm getting bored and he can tell, so he shifts the topic towards me. He tells me he'd spotted me chatting to a girl earlier, a black girl, and asks what I thought of her, if I liked her. I mimed affirmatively.

no like which do people call me

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

13, H, grate

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

was it worth it

like first name

Better Lift

is this you as well

whats your name?

send your tumblr

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

Better Lift

isaac

and the fake qualifier

i really havent

its good

have you read

its good short few pages

we need to be deconstructing our identities

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

i want to do that too

is everyoneback on tumblr now