really i want the internet
After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting
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.
Better Lift
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
hiding from the rain
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
have you read
as in
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet