my brain: Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Because they were holding on to something.
me on 4 hours of sleep, a doubleshot espresso and pain staring at a half assed word document: what are we holding on to sam
my brain: that there’s some good in this draft, mr. frodo. and it’s worth writing for.