The way Kristoff describes feeling hungover is honestly just poetic loooool
‘I woke to find a legion of tiny devils throwing a revel inside my skull. Most were taking turns kicking at my brain with rusty hobnail boots, though one had apparently crawled into my mouth, vomited and died. I risked opening my eyes, with a shear light so blinding, I thought for a moment daysdeath had finally ended.’
— Aug 19, 2025 03:39PM
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