Things are rough but they are okay. My doctor wrote me a prescription for Vicodin but it’s not giving me that ‘high’ people claim to have nor am I getting any pain relief. People get addicted to this? I don’t feel any different at all. Does this happen?
Otherwise I’m content to wearing comfortable clothes and working on my novel. I wish my hair was longer. I wish my arm didn’t hurt like a beast draining me of all of my energy. I want a really pretty Belle dress (the blue one please) and just wear it all day and read books and not feel like myself for a little while.
I like being inside. I feel safe. I get too nervous when I go outside. I feel crazy.
If you skipped this post its okay, the synopsis is basically ANGST ANGST ANGST
"'For myself,' said Faramir, 'I would see the White Tree in flower again in the courts of the kings, and the Silver Crown return, and Minas Tirith in peace: Minas Anor again as of old, full of light, high and fair, beautiful as a queen among other queens: not a mistress of many slaves, nay, not even a kind mistress of willing slaves. War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Númenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.'"
In which I discover that I really adore the way Faramir talks and that he is totally my favorite brother (sorry, Boromir). (via futureofthemasses