and we flew away...I always thought that she’d probably fallen out of the sky, but I never could guess where I myself had come from.and we flew away...
Somewhere far more conventional, most likely.
She had wings.
I never actually saw her fly ( or at least, not until the end of time ), but they were definitely there, swirling and insubstantial, almost painful to look at.
I think the rest of her was maybe like that as well.
I don’t remember talking much at all.
I think we communicated mostly through ideas.
Telepathy maybe?
But I never knew what she was thinking. &
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The Eighth Musethe eighth muse of earthly nighttime wanderings or i have no idea what i’m talking aboutThe Eighth Muse
the best ideas come late at night
or so i’ve been told
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i wait surreptitiously for you to send a reply
and i think about love and death and good food and dreams
and all that is important in life
or maybe i’m too sleepy to see
that i’ve been wasting away here
waiting on someone who may or may not exist
because th
Deviant
Tender
Thnks for the art. (=
Thanks for the support.
It is appreciated.
--
Fashion, a passion that borders on obsession
It is not something that exists in dresses only.
It is in the sky, in the street, everywhere.
I so hope you're having a wonderful day! Actually, It's about one in the morning, so I hope you're sleeping... which your obviously not...
I'll stop now.
<3
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