She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
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.
send your tumblr
all that is to say
that looks like my instagram account
your feed looks like my tumblr
to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos
amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting
a lot of what i've been doing has been some imaginary screenshot or recording of his website, something that could be found within it
stalgivc is the greatest poster of all time
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so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged
i have read not even 1 book
so at the end
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
thank you
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
hiding from the rain
i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine
its good
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