a place for nothing and everything and everything in between. posted whenever something won't leave me alone until it's written down.
some nights the fridge hums louder than the thoughts do, and that feels like an accomplishment.
They were in my hand. I want to be very clear about this: the entire time, they were in my hand, and I still looked in the fridge. Not the fruit bowl, which would at least make sense as a place keys sometimes end up. The fridge.
keep reading →The offside rule. People, yeah no shit I don't understand anything about people but I sure can pretent like a sociopath. Why the good mug always ends up dirty first. What a bond yield actually is, as opposed to what I nod along to when someone explains it. Whether I like jazz or just like being seen near it.
keep reading →I know one is gmail, Not really sure why I opened it. One is fitgirl repacks, Still not sure what happened there. One is tidal with drake opened up, I don't even like drake. Now I feel the personal responsibility of listening to the dude. There are bunch of pastebins, github projects, porn sites, google drive folders, helakuru, kanchayuda and buzzheavier files.
keep reading →Every notes app I own is a graveyard of first lines. This one's different only in that I'm making it public before I can talk myself out of it again.
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