kind of mythopoesis

abrar?

It's

dusk

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.

have you read

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

much more tactility

like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them

magnetisation/form

we can only engage in such a way

your feed looks like my tumblr

like first name

Style

and the fake qualifier