your feed looks like my tumblr
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
but i respect your search
no longer writing in the third person
abrar?
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
its performative
whats your name?
Lift Analysis
plato
i have read not even 1 book
lol yea
i dont understand magnetisation
really i want the internet