I will stop

feeling disappointed in adults acting childish, petty and unreasonable in three, two, ONE.

headcanon that Christopher Carrion owns

a piece of some kind of a furniture, a small one that just always keeps coming in the way no matter where he’d put it. It’s decorated with kingwood inlays in that centric, rorschachian manner that just sucks the eye into it, but there’s a wicked twist to it, so the pulsation of the pattern seems to do unspeakable things to your mind.

It survived the fire.

What has become of that? Smoke and ashes and merely a tale, or not even so much as a tale.

— Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, Book 12, No 27.