mcario party is fun; it's just me and my CPUs😎iould this of some deeper meaning or summarise my childhood in one though
ised to play mario party ALL the time when i was younger... alone
There was no map that admitted this place existed. Travellers spoke of forests, rivers, mountain passes and coastlines, then lowered their voices whenever the land beyond them came to mind, as though giving it a name might persuade it to answer.
there is a very specific version of sara by fleetwood mac that is so good and soo much better than the original recoridng (still good btw) but i have never been able to find it again and my heart yearns for it so
Lee Adama wasn't a man of faith. He didn't believe in a god or the collective gods of Kobol. But despite this, there was one prayer he would say. One he would whisper every night for months to come. For a woman long gone; a woman he loved.