that’s the problem. we’re all trying to outfox the fox.
what is this and how can i never see it again
Idris had been green and gold and russet in the autumn, when Clary had first been there. It had a stark grandeur in the winter: the mountains rose in the distance, capped white with snow, and the trees along the side of the road that led back to Alicante from the lake were stripped…
ya’ll are monsters
I’m 99% positive this is why the Doctor doesn’t celebrate birthdays.
+A for that