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"at twilight either it would rain more at twilight or there was something in the light itself but it always smelled strongest then until I would lie in bed thinking when will it stop when will it stop. The draft in the door smelled of water, a damp steady breath. Sometimes I could put myself to sleep saying that over and over until after the honeysuckle got all mixed up in it the whole thing came to symbolise night and unrest I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray halflight where all stable things had become shadowy paradoxical all I had done shadows all I had felt suffered taking visible form"
-William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury
This is a fictional journal to be used for role playing. I make no claims to owning Savage or anything connected to Harry Potter or Tim Roth. Thank yeh. The gif above is not mine, and I cannot recall where-from it came... If 'tis yours, please let me know, and proper credit will be given. Danke!
Oh, also? Was formerly fracture_minded. Yep.