There’s nothing on my phone that’s good for me right now but I keep picking it up. There’s nothing on my phone even remotely useful in this moment, yet my sneaky right hand won’t stop gliding like a pickpocket on a packed train, reaching for that smooth
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Marginalia
There’s nothing on my phone that’s good for me right now but I keep picking it up. There’s nothing on my phone even remotely useful in this moment, yet my sneaky right hand won’t stop gliding like a pickpocket on a packed train, reaching for that smooth