ahnaf is it worth reading all those books
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
I am below everything.
your feed looks like my tumblr
this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet
autonomy of learning
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with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.
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.
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
lol
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.