"Put a blanket."

I am below everything.

its good

i really havent

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

abrar?

no like which do people call me

i was tempted to lie about my name

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

your feed looks like my tumblr

and the fake qualifier

plato

the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book

ahnaf abrar

magnetises a pin

2 (actually index). two is company

hello reader,

ion

i want to do that too

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

i see a website

Lift Analysis

sorry i am texting like a slav

i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything

idk

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's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!