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Designing pit stops of memories on a timeline, giving a meaning to my own life. This is just me getting side tracked.

Maybe we just love eachother when we are drunk?



I wish there was some sort of blanket you could cover yourself with but it didn’t make you warm it just provided the sensation of being covered because some nights it’s just too hot for a blanket but I need something covering me so it’s a choice between boiling to death or being completely vulnerable to monsters

It’s called a sheet