Faint gibbering heard from somewhere near the restricted stacks
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They listened, and they believed him. They had always believed him. It scared him, the way they believed, almost as if they were half asleep, or some part of them were missing. Truth be told, he, too, felt as if he were half asleep or half real.
the way to beat back the darkness and the danger is to be more yourself, to break more soul-squashing rules, to be as queer as you need to be. The heroes of horror stories are often the oddballs and the weirdos
“Dream on my breast of quiet days,
Kindled of slow absorbing fire!
Sleep, while I ponder on the ways
And secret paths of my desire!
Dream, while my restless brain probes deep
The mysteries of its magic power,
The secret of forgotten sleep,
The birth of knowledge as a flower!” [via]