Thank you, Jack

wow, you are the first stranger to write a textwall to me

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

what do you think my name is

abrar?

so i or you can author smaller fragments that get arranged

that looks like my instagram account

its performative

sorry i am texting like a slav

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 21:54:03

and the fake qualifier

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.

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