i'm sorry if this is really ugly


That little guy from Brooklyn who was too dumb not to run away from a fight. I’m following him.


It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.


Happy Heronstairs Day!

“There was really only one He when it was the two of them speaking” “

We are bound, you and I, over the divide of death, down through whatever generations may come. Forever.