>>23085127
> he believed them blackened in mourning for the young man, and he threw himself down, and so perished. For no man lives long when his dreams are dead

>It is my nature, my joy and curse, to forget nothing. Every rattling chain and whistling wind, every sight, smell, and taste, remains changeless in my mind, and though I know it is not so with everyone, I cannot imagine what it can mean to be otherwise, as if one had slept when in fact an experience is merely remote.
I look like this and say this

Nigga posting about game of thrones in 2025.
Get a better series bro