Dandelions
We persist like dandelions
In concrete
Putting our roots into
The foundations
Finding cracks in
The places
They don't want us
To grow
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Swords X
The cards tend to tell me The hard truths, the obvious But when on some days They give me hope Even filled with swords The hope hurts more than The truth ever can
We should talk
I | don’t know what to feel | when you’re sad | and won’t say what you’re thinking | even though you’re talking about | your heart and it’s a thing | I can guess but I | don’t want and would | not want to be | even though I want
An-Bi-1
I like the concept of AI as "cooperative role-playing systems" that are just a little dangerous. It's like we 50 Shades of Gray'd the robot apocalypse.
Good for her
Miss Loud Mouth ;- You pulled that rough stuff just once too often – I'm off of you for life. It was bad enough to smoke in public and dance that suggestive dance with a stranger but when you bawled me out before my friends – that's where