A..void at the core of our symbolic schemata..is the ruin of all..sense-making. ..The rumble of sheer meaninglessness..echoes within our articulate speech.
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
Tyrion Lannister Appreciation: [Day 1] Favorite Season → Season 1
…because that man and that dog need to be in my tumblr somewhere. :)