charlotte, 20, a posh intellectual assbutt,
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was not going anywhere with this it seems. :p
We are the same. We are both safe. Lying in a field of glass, underneath the overpass. Mangled in the shards of a metal frame. Woken from the dream by my own name. Well I was such a wretched man. Searching everywhere for a homeland, and now we are under the same sun. Feel it through the leaves, let it heal us.
if you compliment me once i’ll think about it every night for twelve years
“Iron Man. That’s kind of catchy. It’s got a nice ring to it. I mean it’s not technically accurate. The suit’s a gold titanium alloy, but it’s kind of provocative, the imagery anyway.”
