a random compilation of stuff to describe the paradox that is winter; the quarterly cycle that graces and terrorizes tout à coup; and, sometimes, when you get lost in winter, you just have to hope that the snow won't bury you alive. there is nothing greater than strong spirits that can melt the snow, for it is the greatest light.

for the non-faint of heart who can endure a fan-fic based off this shit: http://snarkbastian-smythe.tumblr.com/tagged/i;Sebastian;011

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