From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imaginary lines.
Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.
Jarlaxle: fact checking this thread makes me want to go all INFP on my wrists
"I'm in competition with myself and I'm losing."
ReadingRainbows: OMG GUYS
ReadingRainbows: GUESS WHAT EXISTS FOR ME
Captain Curmudgeon: existential angst?