Foundation of steel
So, as of late, someone very dear to me has left, going to a camp to spend part of the summer. I had a moment of discovery, as I didn’t realize how much this person and I talked, until I realized: After what felt like ages, it’s only been a few days, and already I’ve been sitting around, twiddling my thumbs, waiting for something to happen, something I can only assume is them...
Power, sex. Sex, Power. They both come down to one thing - fucking...– Geralt of Rivia
The theme of the night seems to be insanity. Despite my best efforts lately to assume anything along the lines of a “Normal” sleep schedule, the best I can fathom is bed by 3 am, up by 11. And even that isn’t normal, because more often than not I get randomly caught up in something, and my desire to go to bed is put off by the desire to do stuff. Mostly read, write, or…...
To those of you who do read this thing of mine, I’m sorry that I update so slowly. I’ve been a bit busy in the outside world, and that sometimes effects my ability to write these things. So for the time being, thank you for being patient, and I’ll try to update more often. At least once a week from now on (seeing as my old posting habit was simply whenever I felt the urge.)...
musicnerd16 asked: If you were stranded on a desert island and you could only take two things. What would those to things be?
Against the Dark
There was word. Darkness was coming. That was all we knew. Time was running out. Days flew by, all were busy preparing. We couldn’t have foreseen what exactly we were up against, save a single man we’d all thought mad. He raved about it. The evil. The pure terror that we were to face. The soldiers who did listen were terrified. My friends and allies broke down one after...