I'm not counting days but I didn't see the earth open to embrace you so maybe if my grief is just as violent I’ll hear your footsteps, your voice. I am here, you didn't lose me. Come. We have so much to do, we have to keep moving. But my hand is cold, my arm still.
JIust tell them in person or at least text it to them Don’t even get me started on the people who HIDE THEIR STORIES from their entire family but wanna start posting themt makes no sense to post a happy birthday/ happy fathers or Mother’s Day story on Instagram for your parents
MCost pushback on meeting recordings comes from people who've spent years committing to things in conversations that left no record, and calling it a surveillance issue is the easiest way to killompanies should record every meeting and the people who hate it know exactly why
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IW wanted somewhere I could just write without worrying about making videos, pretty pictures, algorithms or trying to turn everything into ✨content✨.
So this is it.ell, apparently I have a Tumblr now.
STo hey guy this is my story when it was my first year in college When I joined college, seniors told us one rule about the old hostel building: Never use the staircase between 2:00 and 3:00 AM. I thought it was the usual hostel nonsense.he Room That Wasn't There