Bootleg Mothman Lair

(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

the only way out is through but fuuuuuuuuuck fuuuuucckkkk cant i like scooch past or something

me every morning i wake up: i miss henry of skalitz

do you know what we don't talk about often enough? there is no physically comfortable posture in which to read a book

The feeling of finishing a good book, sobbing, and then going and being a normal person about it is insane. An entire world just ended and I'm never going to see these characters again time to go to the grocery store.