Today, I am a bunch of stuff, the result of a lot of experiences that I've lived throughout many occasions and situations with plenty of people in several places all over.
I'm still extremely loveable, though... and yet very coy, albeit highly candid. I'm a walking contradiction and a living, breathing paradox.
P.S.: a word of advice, "expect the best, be prepared for the worst, fuck what others think and do your own thing".
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But Túrin passed away on the northward road, and Glaurung laughed once more, for he had accomplished the errand of his Master. Then he turned to his own pleasure, and sent forth his blast, and burned all about him. But all the Orcs that were busy in the sack he routed forth, and drove them away, and denied them their plunder even to the last thing of worth. The bridge then he broke down and cast into the foam of Narog; and being thus secure he gathered all the hoard and riches of Felagund and heaped them, and lay upon them in the innermost hall, and rested a while.
— The Silmarillion, Chapter XXI: Of Túrin Turambar