Puvis et umbra sumus

"Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me."

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tiggymonster: Thank you for putting pretty things on my dash. That is all. :D

Eeee, I do try! :D thank you thank you.