We Lay Here For Years Or For Hours Your Hand In My Hand, So Still And Discreet So Long, We'd Become The

We lay here for years or for hours Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet So long, we'd become the flowers We'd feed well the land and worry the sheep

What if I say that this book needs more love

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We’ve made flashlights but we haven’t made reverse flashlights

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

the worst thing about writing or any kind of craft is having an idea you're really excited to make a reality but then you sit down and realize how much work it's going to take to get to that point and suddenly you feel like those two little gay guys in the mountain in the lord of the rings