I couldn't think of anything to say. I was idiotically entranced by the way he said "Grace." The tone of it. The way his lips formed the vowels. The timbre of his voice stuck in my head like music.
He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.
He cared for languages dead long enough that they wouldn’t change on him.
Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!
People shouldn't have to earn kindness. They should have to earn cruelty.
and i am a boy waiting-for the heat and fruitfulness of summer,waiting to see who will walk out of those woods for me. Waiting for my lovely summer girl