your feed looks like my tumblr

I am below everything.

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

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.

its good

i have read not even 1 book

you cannot feed someone language, they have to speak

isaac

Windrush Art Kid Oligarch

this is possible in mazelike research sprints on the internet

and the fake qualifier

barren land

2 (actually index). two is company

and the fake qualifier

One of the birds shoots out of the tree.

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

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

no i haven't really read anything