Rhetoric and Logic

Doing so means that tonight, I will dream of my true love.

Bob Crippen, apparently: NO. RANDOM SCREAMS.

NASA person: don't you think that could be somewhat distress-

Space Cowboy: HEEeeeeYEOOOOOOOWWeeeeeLOSSSERASWASDFKHJJJJ

I offer only vampire angst today I'm afraid 😗

Lil’ Wayne sitting in his cell waiting for the gallows and his mind being too fragmented to understand that the patch of light from the window is not a mistwraith.

My Stormlight obsession, it seems, was way too mainstream. So here’s my obsession with Mistborn era 2. This time, it comes with fanfic!

Maybe he wouldn’t be around no more next evening. He wasn’t scared of not being around. He was scared of the time in between. Of the trial, of the people who hated him. Of old Deadfinger. And of the gallows. The light patch slowly crawled over Wayne’s other leg, then up the wall. All the while, Wayne tried not to think. Until the patch vanished, and it started to get light outside, and the sound of feet and keys made him jump.