#eruwenn

You are not!

Coyote’s Box: An oddly shaped wooden box, weatherbeaten and sand-worn silky smooth, lumpy and a little rounded.  The walls are thick but it is surprisingly light; you can fit the average human fist inside comfortably.

Sleep with the box in your arms under the light of the moon.  Whatever you have lost will be returned to you, and you will find it inside the box after the sunrise.  As long as it stays inside the box, you can not lose it nor the box.  It will be yours, safe from theft, safe from harm — but you may only open the box and look at it, you can not take it out nor use it.

Once you take it out of the box, the item is ordinary again.

It is interesting to note that the human heart is about the size of a fist.

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I’m 30 and I have squat figured out. I think the secret is that nobody (or at the least very few people) has things figured out, and they just pretend they do.

thank you dear <3 I'll be back tomorrow night, probably drunk, either a happy drunk or a sad drunk, we'll see!

eruwenn said: If we kill you, then you might have to do the exam as a zombie. I think you’d do better with brains in your head and not in your mouth. ;)

Tyrion… Tyrion who? Lannister? o.0

Well, clearly they get back into the Potential Password Line in the hopes of being chosen again by either the same person (on a different computer or website or game and such) or by a completely different person altogether.

You only hate it a little? I think I would hate it a lot! You are made of stronger stuff than I am.

The end result made people quite happy, though, so all in all making one was worth all the tangled colours and endless stitches. (But now what do I do with it? Heh.)

Nah, not a whoops. More like an ‘I can’t figure out image posts and am too lazy to drag out the camera for what will certainly be crappy photography work’ situation. The thing is too much hassle to think about making multiples of, though.