“West of Arkham the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods that no axe has ever cut…”

Today, one of my favorite writers turns 120 years old.

Happy birthday, Mr. Lovecraft!

Thank you for making a weird, quiet, distant boy feel like there was some place he could go, like there was some place he belonged.

*a tear*

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