#i...i dont know

She stood at the steps of the Keep, a blanket of darkness wrapping around her. Her eyes stared out, unseeing, into the dark wood and the dark wood stared back, her mind elsewhere. The night was cool, her breath expanding into clouds before her. Screams echoed in her ears, the smell of burning flesh filled her nostrils as fresh as the day it occurred even though those bodies had long been put to rest in the earth.  Rough hands gently wrapped around her icy fingers, uncurled them from fists she didn’t remember making. A face came into focus before her, dark brown eyes whose depthless expanse she could never seem to find an end to, stared back at her. “I’m here, you’re here. That’s all in the past, love. It’s over.”

I'm super sick and fucked up on steroids and cough medicine but anyway I passes out on my chair and had a dream where Quentin Tarantino made a film about lgbtq ppl with actual lgbtq actors/actresses and they were doing a group interview where he insinuated that his plight and struggle to get his films recognized was the same as like the struggle that lgbtq ppl face just living day to day and everyone else in there just looked at him like 'wtf' and he started sweating a lot

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