❝ You look like you’ve slept as much as I have, which is to say: not at all. I passed out on a train yesterday and woke up three stops past mine with a cursed object in my briefcase and absolutely no memory of how it got there. I miss normal stress like deadlines, or passive-aggressive emails, or meetings that could have been an email, not sixteen-year-olds being hurt under my watch. ❞
@markedforsorrow (Shoko) ♥'d

















