"You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no telling where you might be swept off to."


the pines were roaring on the height,

the winds were moaning in the night… 

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all that is gold does not glitter.

Mother of dragons. Mother of monsters.

What have I unleashed upon the world?

when i’m old i want to be a crazy cat lady except that instead of being crazy i am awesome and instead of cats i have dragons

My real self, the self I have always been from a child on, is a loner and nerd, slightly overweight, with a very heavy fringe. That is who I was as a kid. I don’t think I will ever be anything other than that.


Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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