Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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Sun, 23 Nov 2025 10:37:17
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.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.but i respect your search
yes
with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
hiding from the rain
what do you mean
currently
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
its good
send your tumblr
no i haven't really read anything
i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
was it worth it
i hadn't considered this pedagogically or as a kind of personal knowledge management system (puke) at all but i suppose it is both of those things