Unusual Circumstances of Things

Let’s go then, and dive into the deep abyss. Let’s go then -- I think that I can live with this

Call me crazy but I'm PRETTY SURE the Abuela in 𝘌𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 has a kill count 

THINK OF THE ORCS

But it is not an overwhelming them. It is, instead, a maddening thing, a thing that lurks directly under the surface, not consuming, not overwhelming, but ever-present, persistent, constant, small. Small, but nothing I think, or do, or say, can banish it.

Too dark?

But I haven’t missed the real you In a very long time.

Sometimes when you fall asleep writing you end up with five pages of the letter 'd'

Do you want to look?

Irish folk tales are strange. https://www.instagram.com/p/BvhV3WfhHLZkTBq9i0SRDYEMNeOPXCPZM3p-Tg0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mtggc6kf497w

“Nothing can get through this big, beautiful Wall!”