It doesn’t matter if there’s nothing under the bed, or in the dark, so long as you know it’s okay to be afraid of it.
well, i died, and turned into a roman. it’s very distracting.
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time, and he can see the turn of the universe. And… he’s wonderful.