but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
its good short few pages
hello reader,
He was cast as the guy who gets picked up and thrown out of the poker game to set the scene before the main characters arrive. Out of Real London and into real London, a discarded prop, at this party, chatting to me.
bro i read nothing in my life
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
plato
is everyoneback on tumblr now
really i want the internet
ion
i haven't read 100 book s so i'm probably not getting the depth of all of what you're saying
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.
yeah