twilight blooms in our wake, Four years later, Jonathan Toews finally gets the...
~ twilight blooms in our wake ~
Remember your name. Do not lose hope — what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped
to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
I live for food, language, music, and things that make me squee. Hockey has my heart (and takes vindictive pleasure in breaking it on a regular basis), literature keeps me up at night, fandom distracts me too damn well from real life and I absolutely love it, and once in a blue moon I write (and even finish) something of my own.
Four years later, Jonathan Toews finally gets the hug he was looking for.