Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.
As though I have no skin.
As though I have thicker skin than I really do.
I feel like time passes by too fast. Not cool.
With dreamers, pure and simple, the imagination remains a vaguely sketched inner affair. It is not embodied in any aesthetic or practical invention. Reverie is the equivalent of weak desires. Dreamers are the aboulics of the creative imagination.
Chaotic. Swimming in turbulent waters. Overwhelmed. Mostly in a good way, but the chaos is tiring.
5w6 or 9w1 sp/so/sx, I think