but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos

feel you

sorry i am texting like a slav

i was tempted to lie about my name

but i respect your search

its good

ion

whats your name?

Rain, starting

i want to do that too

its good

Garden Post-Dusk, Birds Above, In Another Life

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

I wonder if she knew I was down there listening? I wonder if she would've said something more true, more personal, more raw, more heartfelt, more harsh, more seductive, more freeing, more exposing, more risky, more romantic, more rude, more honest, more anything, if there hadn't been an audience.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

i sat down to eat my peasant dinner but i thought it was a song you sent so i didn’t watch it then

and the fake qualifier

yeah