My brain: I shouldn’t buy anymore books.
Inspiration for that last post.
My sexuality: the sound of fingers sliding down the strings of an acoustic guitar, or a thumb tapping on the body during a rest.
Out of the Great Sea to Middle-earth I am come. In this place I will abide, and my heirs, unto the ending of the world.
Since you said it so well…
A few hours left to make the biggest impact on this matter…
An old book I found - old fashioned racism, circa the 1960s.