6° Day of waiting for Canto 9
10° Day of waiting for Canto 9
Nclair my beloved. Silly guy.
Also kromer jumpscare based on that one meme circulating on twitter
Apples are so fucked up you can get two from the same pile ans one tastes more like an apple than anything youve ever eaten and the other tastes like water poisoned by pharaohs
A Wet Moon, Putney Road, John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1886
77° Day of waiting for Canto 9
Me when… me when… the identity is horror. Who are you? Can you be replicated? Is that replication you? If someone looks just like you, acts like you and is interpreted by others as you, are they you? Do your thoughts count for anything? If everything you actually think stays in your head and never comes out then you die do people grieve you? Do you respond to your name or to any name?
131° Day of waiting for Canto 9
53° Day of waiting for Canto 9
Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.