“And now they are all gone. It was as if some cruel god had reached down with a great hand and swept them all away, the girls to captivity, Jon to the Wall, Robb and mother to war, King Robert and father to their graves, and perhaps uncle Benjen as well…”
Hey tell everybody to tone the party down, okay? And tell Wonder Woman that her eagle brassiere can be found on the floor of my bedroom. And - and that I saw her naked boobies.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence.
The connections, sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent., that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it.
I don’t know why Tumblr has this thing about making every picture black and white and turning an amusing Simpsons screencap into a deep and meaningful commentary on the world and the dark recesses of the soul
