The earth laughs in flowers💜
I haven't written in a ridiculously long time. While some find solace losing themselves in hidden diaries, only for your eyes to read,I, on the other hand have come to fear the blank page. Yet, I am in awe of the kind of experience writing offers. How things that didn't make sense kind of sort of still don't make sense but atleast you had a place to vent,right?
Or how when you finally find the courage to put pen to paper things finally feel better than they seem.
Tell me it's not just me???
Eragon: sometimes I feel like I don’t fit in anywhere.
Saphira: what do you mean?
Saphira: you fit right into my arms.
Eragon: *ugly sobs and hugs Saphira*
America: *walks into the room*
Maxon’s brain:
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Maxon: hello my dear
Orrin
What’s the one Inheritance Cycle character you can’t stand and why?
Roran: *goes into battle with a meticulously crafted plan*
Eragon:
Art is too important not to share-Romero Britto
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