@RovingGast || I'm gonna ship you to the grave you worm. Let me be clear SnK is a fever dream of a writer that was working off nothing but stream of consciousness after like chapter 60 No plan head empty ||
//I’m not the most emotive person, I always worry about what people think, always walking on eggshells because I’m afraid of fucking up and hurting others and even then I slip up. I’m a very critical, unforgiving person to myself and I admit that I doubt every connection I’ve
the other small/big groups I’ve went to and eventually left. It’s hard for me to be optimistic or to be trusting, that voice in the deep deep part of my brain tells me that I’m being naive. I haven’t talked a lot with all of you yet you’re all here, still welcoming me and it’s
"A treehouse?" That's nice. Local kids must be jealous. The skàfos lands in front of the house, knocking on the door before she repeats what Anya told them. "Omega is about to destroy this place. We have...an hour or so to evacuate." @OfThe7thstorm
@OfThe7thstorm but you can’t because you’ve repressed so much that you’d need a trigger to even start being emotional.” Looking up at Yang, Henri took a long sip of her tea, taking a sudden sharp breath as the tea scalded her tongue. “Anyway, how about you? Did you ever...I don’t know, get too