|0, 15, 19|
0: 5’5” I think. I’m pretty sure
15: Uhmmmm. Shit. Probably spirited away, or Lilo and stitch. Anything that can make me cry is good.
19: I’m not that bothered by death, like I’ve never really cried or gotten emotional when someone I knew died. I’m just sort of numb to it. I think I’ve just accepted that it happens.
Unless the death is one of my pets then I lose my shit.
Then Bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.
(1 week later)