"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
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.
The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.
it is hopeful
and the fake qualifier
not so on: yvf(wthw)
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos