In a hole in London Proper, there lived a monster.
A nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell.
It was a worm-hole, and that means creepy, crawly comfort.
-- J.R.R. Tolkein (sort of. The important bits, anyhow.)
Life story found here. ⬇️
💬 0 🔁 17 ❤️ 8 · * We exhale slowly. That felt... good. "Take your time. It was a lot, I know."
Check that out, if you like. Shoutout to Jon!















