but it is in my head and am i compelled to realise it, so it is my silmarillion, my tempelos
Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.
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.
like people can read 100 books and still not have the fire within them
i was tempted to lie about my name
abrar?
plato
what do you think my name is
isaac
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
"Put a blanket."
its good
its good
i did until you asked which kind of gave it away
have you read
i see a website though something that reconfigures or is mazelike
She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Dreams like these are highly symbolic and emotionally intense. Here’s a breakdown of common interpretations:
like first name
I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?
but really the thing should be autonomous
no i haven't really read anything