“Oh Miss Elphaba,” said Galinda,
“You terrible mean thing, you’re pretty.”
“Hold out, my sweet… Hold out if you can.”
panic at the dojo is going to have some spiffy gameplay diagrams with the help of these little friends.
my brother gave me a book of fika recipes for christmas because he knows i’m the only one who can bake as well as our mom
the nice kind of witch
The wind is strong here. Legend has it that from this cave, each and every gust of wind is born. I wonder why the wind here chills my face. It must have been born just moments ago. Perhaps it will blow across the land, growing warmer with each memory it gathers. The wind then plays it part by carrying those memories everywhere it goes. And once it has finished, here it shall return.
grete & gregor
prologue