This tweet is so important to me
years of therapy summed up in one sentence :-/
Lose the shawl. Drop it in the casket. Let the part of you that’s just an imitation of some other witch die.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
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My boys dancing.
Jared’s sassy shoulder shake.
Don’t say I never made your day better.