When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world — "No, you move."
Abby, 19, Canadian; fiction enthusiast. Tired all the time.
the titles of the two pages i’ve gotten written on tims blog so far are:
*muffled iconopop playing in the distance* and ‘so your brain started doing the weird thing: a primer’
