Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
"There there, I’m sorry I scared you. *pats and kisses* you’re a good dog, good dog."
I haven’t been this happy in what feels like forever. It’s sunny, I’m not dead and I’m speaking to someone that gives me butterflies.
Sickening I know. But I am seriously posi at the moment.
Davos Seaworth gets engulfed by a giant version of himself, breaking through from the fifth dimension.