“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of 'parties' with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear.”
- Sylvia Plath
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Leading a Morgana Pendragon appreciation life. Searching in vain for Merdred fics. Loathing Theon Greyjoy profusely. Wasting away at community college in pursuit of a degree I don't need. Hi.
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime, Said then the lost Arch-Angel, this the seat That we must change for Heav’n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light?