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
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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
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