“Some point in the past few weeks it stopped being the hopeful kind of sadness. The sadness that just takes time. And I’m left with something permanent now, some structure of emptiness and pretend that’s simply not going away.”

Happy New Years, in the dirt.

“She swung around. In her fairytale Home with her fairytale man. Never did anyone know that before she got here she was someone else. In a far away land, with a different Name and a hole in her chest.”

Why yes, this is a mustache onesie.

I think that time is a vicious son of a bitch. I think circumstances suck. I think I should have seen this two years ago. I would like to think something would be different now and Anton wouldn’t have married safety instead of adventure.

It’s Bandit, in a Hat.