Stopped myself from reblogging a post talking about a historical people of the Altai Mountains to correct mistakes that were in the post.

Is this a good thing, or am I just getting fucking lazy? I don’t know, and I don’t care. Which I guess suggests that ‘lazy’ is the right answer.

And one day they look around and realize all their friends are gone, that they are fighting beside strangers beneath a banner they hardly recognize. They don’t know where they are or how to get back home and the lord they’re fighting for does not know their names, yet here he comes, shouting for them to form up, to make a line with their spears and scythes and sharpened hoes, to stand their ground. And the knights come down on them, faceless men clad all in steel , and the iron thunder of their charge seems to fill the world…
And the man breaks.
George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (via brightlightsandpapercuts)

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