#squabblingoblin

Sorry to bother you but I'm but a weary traveler, could you spare some soup or perhaps some bread before i return to my trecherous journey across your dash?

I wish more drinks came in glass bottles

I wish there was a way to send good will to people like in a physical form. There are people in my life I will never see again, and I care about them even if they're not a huge part of me. Like all the librarian's I've ever talked to? I want to send them good things. I never want them to feel the pain of loss or loneliness, I wish I could send them that in the mail or by thought. (feel free to tell me if there is btw)

Dammit I've chewed all my fingernails down past the point of comfort again

Just wish I could dig my feet into the mud and talk to the trees via their roots

I used to read this book series called "The Song of the Lioness" by Tamora Pierce, about this chick Alanna, who dressed as a boy to go to a school for knights (a hyperfixitiation of mine). I think it's a four book series but I wouldn't know because I stopped reading it after Allana started giving away her identity and having sex with men in like the 3rd book. Which should have been a very, very, very, very obvious sign I was gay end rant.