A Brave New Flower
The ramblings of a gloriously interminable eighteen year old female. This blog may shelter terminological inexactitudes.
I'm a dauntless born seventh year at Torchwood, studying to be a shadowhunter, trying to escape the Enclave. I survived the Reichenbach Fall, a couple Dalek invasions, and the Delirium.
Now excuse me while I go to my mind palace and brace myself, because winter is coming.
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I’m going to bed! Two hours after I said I was going to bed, I’m going to bed!

This is final. 

Maybe.

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