I've found the girl, or she's found me, and we're smoking a cigarette while we watch the silhouettes of the French Raj and his fireworks bearer down on the bank.

"Anyway, you're you. I mean, look at you!" she says. "You could get with anyone, anyone in the street. Really."

with this post net clarity and the hours of nothing that followed I realise this is going to be awful.

"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

i am quite confused, not quite getting the idea of it

brb i will read and reply sincerely

I am below everything.

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

Slug

is everyoneback on tumblr now

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

the textwall is as much for me as it is for you

Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations: