загадывать дальше не хотелось. юность нянчила в руках, юношеский максимализм бил потолок, но а дальше потолка только звезды и белые ночи, о которых ты рассказывала со страстью и любовью; привязанность к месту была сильной.
iw would love to be apart of a community on here or elsewhere idk where for about an hour a week people can submit famous/their own poems to be read throughout the week by other members up to the next “meeting” no idea how that would workatching dead poets society right now
I stumbled on my way to the car. When I finally got there, I just dropped the seats so I could lie down, got way better, vomited a couple more times and, when I got home, just dropped dead in bed.
[WP] One day, a mysterious symbol is suddnely inserted into every written and typed out word in human history. Every word in this title would have the symbol at the end of it.