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every time i go on twitter it's for five minutes, it raises my blood pressure and i have to rant to myself, while also learning things i never want to know, and then i never go on there for the rest of the day
albine: “What is this?”
Send “What is this?” for your muse to find something personal that belongs to my muse
“Oh, that?” He glanced at the thin wooden box, worn and battered and badly needing a new coat of varnish. “It is a box of herbs, my dear Warden, the same as any other you may find.” Zevran undid the metal clasp to reveal dried herbs carefully bunched together with twine, and small bags of rough cloth whose contents were revealed as what looked like seeds.
“Of course, I would advise against ingesting most of these. It might not kill you, but it will most definitely ruin your day.”