This is a "I miss Ike Eveland and my fellow Quilldren" account.
I miss his laugh and encouraging words and generally the company of him and the Quilldren.
I will try to continue and persist to make him proud eventho he will never read this 🩵
i still dont understand how fictional characters can make people so, so happy. by the twelve why am I squeaking with happiness everytime Estinien is on the screen??? he is literal pixels!!