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.

your feed looks like my tumblr

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

it is hopeful

currently

Rain, starting

Today I felt like starting

It Will Get Lighter

I am below everything.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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abrar?

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

the point of this was to try and avoid this narcissistic death spiral I'm in by acting anonymously and impulsively. how can that feeling that even Jack can't describe paralyse me if my name isn't next to any of this? the excitement of believing I just need a new process has overcome me and I have cummed out an empty webpage.

send your tumblr

its good

13, H, grate

was it worth it

1

i really havent

fw

have you read

i dont understand magnetisation

Thank you, Jack