god fucking damn
actually i had a dream a couple of nights ago about her. she had burned down a library and only me and a few other people knew, so we went to visit her in her enormous, intricate mansion. beautiful pillars and squat white trees lined the outside alcoves. even tho i knew she was the arsonist, i had never met her in the dream, and i just kind of floated around the house looking at paintings, glancing at her talking to other people occasionally and wishing i was more socially courageous so i could say hi and tell her i liked her comic.
wait i knew there was a reason i didnt share that dream when i had it
