Experience Tumblr like never before
Quick rough (bad) sketch so I can finally focus on other things...
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little man took big fall
had a dream last night where I took a uquiz called "what do you serve?" and at first the questions were standard but as the quiz progressed they became more and more highly specific to me personally and the answers became more and more similar and I realised the quiz Knew me and was forcing me into being honest by giving me no other option so I tried to click out but it just went to the next question which was "are you the spider? or are you the web?" and it had an option for each but I didn't click either so it then turned to a text box and I typed "I think I'm the fly" and the quiz paused for a while and then took me to a results page that said "you serve truth" and the description just read "what you know will kill you but you will die laughing" so like. good morning everyone I guess :/
sure bestie sure
SOLID, COLD BUTTER; IS WHITE
Melted, warm, soft butter; is yellow
(Muse: Amelia Soul) (Coming for your feels tonight!) Wait this couldn't be... No this wasn't possible. Was what she had been told all those years ago really a lie? Well only one way to find out, Feeling Kamisha forming to sit on her shoulder to offer warmth and comfort as she approached the brunette. "Excuse me sweetheart your name wouldn't happen to be Rody Soul now would it?"
A stranger asking for his identity was a toss-up. It could be an old organization he worked under looking for trouble, or someone who found out how Rody contributed to defeating Humarise and just wanted to thank him.
Either way, his go-to response was as follows:
“Depends. Who’s asking?”
It was like he ran into a brick wall. His mind didn't know how to comprehend the person standing in front of him. There were so many thoughts but none at the same time as his breath caught in his throat.
Rody’s first thought was that the woman just happened to look eerily similar to his late mother... but that phoenix on her shoulder... No one else had that. There was no mistaking it.
But it couldn’t be her, right? She had passed soon after Lala was born. So she couldn’t possibly be standing in front of him. Was this someone else’s quirk? A sick trick being played on him? Was he finally going crazy after all those late-night shifts at the bar?
“You... I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
Female friend: So wait, why don't you just out some other clothes on? Are you like even trans or are you just gay? I mean like just asking or whatev lol
What I want to say -*Me: Well maybe if you listened to me then you would know why, having girl stuff is hard when your parents don't even give you a room of your own, put you wouldn't understand that would you?*
What I really said-"well, uuh, idk, maybe your right I guess, eh, stuff costs money you know? Heh, um, idk, not really shure what I'm talking about I guess....."
I can compare your love to a summer breeze. One day it is there, the next, gone. Without a trace, a smooth denial in its place. Well practiced. Well sounded. Not a fault in your tone. I rather burn without your coolness, I do not need your ice in my bones.
You are only a temporary love