This town thrives on the banks of a life-giving river which flows through the middle of a vast, scorching desert. Explore ancient ruins, and ponder the mysteries of the past. There are some who believe these wonders are not of this world… When you tire from the heat, cool off at the mayor’s home with indoor amusements.
if you know of this dessert, tag it/reply with what it’s called in your country
in Croatia, we call them “Jabuke u šlafroku” which literally translates to “Apples wearing bathrobes”
(I know they might look like American donuts to some at first glance, but they’re actually apples fried in a mixture of flour, milk, eggs, sugar, salt and rum - also, Croatian donuts look nothing like this and nothing like American donuts but that’s beside the point)
i always dream of you, of your eyes that own my heart, of the open space between us that yawns with white teeth. i dream of you, and your freckles, and the skin on your knee, and what kissing you would feel like on our own deserted island; i dream of driving you towards a hot pink sky, what would have happened if i refused to say goodbye. i dream of boats and the time you saved my life without knowing and the way you look while selecting apples and the way you light up when listening to hamilton. i dream knowing i can’t have you, that you’re happier on the other side of things.
i’ve started taking a sleep vitamin. it makes it so i don’t do anything but nightmare about beasts that move in empty cities. it’s better this way. i never wake up still feeling you against me.