and the fake qualifier

Picture

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.

lol

fw

autonomy of learning

magnetises a pin

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

i guess imagine a multimedia obsidian or notion that behaves according to some insane arcane rules that you can't ever really determine

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

Worse Lift

no longer writing in the third person

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