no i’m not gonna lend you my pencil because if i lend you my pencil then you’ll want my calculator and then you’ll want austria and czechoslovakia and then you’ll end up invading poland and i will not have that shit
In a sea of desks, there’s talk of bags and games and long pipes that leak dreams with the strike of a match. And there’s a loudness to the whispers I hear. Whispers shouldn’t be that loud, should they? There’s a girl over there who everyone knows and men without ears who will stand by the door for a price. In long hallways, there are angry mobs of dwarves and rats and one single angel.