If you want to get to know someone, watch for three things: how they treat animals, what their anger looks like, and how they react when something is difficult.
Tag: prose
My two moods are rest or riot.
human nature is fascinating. for example, some people think they can just take my glasses off my face and then live to see another day.
I’m fascinated by people who have hobbies because I’m either wildly passionate to the point of being consumed by something or I don’t fucking care at all.
Even they’ll never see you again, that one person that hurt you so, so unbelievably badly – make sure anyways that they wouldn’t believe their eyes if they did.
One rule of magic says:
A magic user’s choice of writing instrument really doesn’t say much about them. Magic is difficult and fickle work, so anything that puts words on paper will do. There is one exception, however, and the reader is strongly advised to take caution; for should they ever observe someone using a fountain pen to take down notes during any performance of magic, an immediate retreat must be performed, since a hand that inks calmly under a storm of spells is truly to be feared.
People who can ride a horse are eerily powerful in a way I can’t describe, but something tells me that we will need their abilities one day. I don’t know against what, but I hope we’ll never find out.
There are few things in this world that you can love an endless amount of.
Some of those precious few are books, songs, languages, sunrises and dawnbreaks.
You could wake me up at 3 a.m. after two hours of sleep and no memory of where or who I am and I’d still be ready to talk about squids, the possibility of Atlantis, what ancient music sounded like and why a cup of tea feels like home between my hands.
we’re all approaching death with each passing day so follow your dreams, confess to your crush, dye your hair, learn latin to summon an elder god and become its best and only friend, sing no matter who can hear, take a road trip with your elder god, be kind when you can, descend into the otherworld