miss i, gin pen
24year-old writer with two degrees and no fucks to give.
There’s one page in my (well-loved, much-abused) copy of “The Once and Future King” that is marked with red corners so that I can find it in an instant.
“If I were to be made a knight,” said the Wart, staring dreamily into the fire, “I should insist on doing my vigil by myself, as Hob does with…
