I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.
I created this site
.something religious, a kind of complex,
it will get lighter
, something washing, cleansing, revealing, etc.no longer writing in the third person
but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
it is hopeful
"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."
I am below everything.
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
bro i read nothing in my life