cheritachen asked: Baby Boo, I love you!
Quelle est cette langueur qui pénètre mon cœur?
Drawing comparisons between two very different things and finding out that they’re the same, it’s all the same. Different names for the same thing.
I’m not an elegant mass of consciousness, I’m a slug barely mobile, glued to his mobile. But I’m worth forgiving because my imagination is grand.
I feel the velcro ripping behind me, not a thing to be held or a thing to hold, this is the longest story I’ve never told.
cum-fart: i don’t know why it’s so hard to say “hey i’m really glad we’ve existed in such proximity together”
Seriously though if the world had to present one...
faerieeglow: They wouldn’t be able to destroy the world if they knew he lived on it.
To be a cohesive mass of beautiful feelings has it’s downsides, I’m told.
Oh man. Nausea.
I’m sorry. I don’t speak Language; I only speak Cosmolocution. I study Cosmolecules and fight off Cosmo-Nots. I grew down onto Earth to watch Earth grow up into the rest of the world. In the process, I became fastidiously human—sometimes almost soullessly so.