-Strapping On My Heavy Armor- I Know All The Queer Person Stereotypes Are Bards And Rogues But SOMEBODY's

shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty

healing is a myth just go fucking insane who cares

Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear so immediately that the two of you, on some level, belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you’re in love or creating things together or foxhole buddies or partners in crime. It’s so clear, right off the bat, that this is what you’re supposed to be doing, that this is what you’re for. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest of circumstances, and they help you make a life. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but. It definitely makes me believe in something.

You're not immune to being the bully btw. You're not immune to being in the wrong

Prime numbers are... I don't have a word for it. But like. Yeah. Yeah. Fuck you. You cannot break me cleanly into pieces. If you want to break me, it's going to be messy. I refuse to break in a way that you find palatable.