#trapping me in a space which flight from would be both exceedingly difficult and blatant

[valtsv]

I had a dream about you.

I was scrolling through your tumblr blog and there was an anon that asked which was better: jumping off of roofs or rolling down it?

You answered how when you were younger you used to lay on the roof top of your childhood home—you and your mother would watch the stars, and at these moments she would say that she loved you.

So you picked neither. Whenever you thought about a roof it is devoid of love. There was nothing to it.

In the tags you said that you needed to stop getting distracted and write your essay because the needed word count was in the trillions (you weren’t over exaggerating).

i'm both flattered that your subconscious deems me worthy enough to write fanfiction about and a little unnerved by how strangely accurate an insight into my person this is, in a dream-logic kind of way