I’m no one, no one at all. I don’t know how to feel, how to think, how to want. I’m the character of an unwritten novel, wafting in the air, dispersed without ever having been, among the dreams of someone who didn’t know how to complete me.
Fede. Bitter, old fart with a penchant for all things fictional, especially if everything ends up being awfully tragic. Enjoys doomed ships and all the characters you probably hate. Multifandom blog. Not spoiler-free.
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Fede. Bitter, old fart with a penchant for all things fictional, especially if everything ends up being awfully tragic. Enjoys doomed ships and all the characters you probably hate. Multifandom blog. Not spoiler-free.
