*Just poppin' in for half a second to tell you that you are loved! And if your impostor syndrome says otherwise, politely inform it of the following: You don't want to push me. This is not a safe water to test.*
Stroth is outside, a salt circle on the ground before her in the forest where she stands. She opens her spellbook, humming to herself as she thumbs through the pages to find the spell she needs.
Ichigo is cutting through wooden dummies, his blade always finding their way to cut down the dummies with lethal precision. His cat sits over in a tree, lazily napping.
The sky parts above them, and glorious rays rain down, sunlight golden, beautiful. Something blocks the light through, similar to the figure of an angel, four wings, robes white as snow, and sunglasses for some reason.
They hear the sound of rhythmic explosions in the forest, the ground shaking slightly with every tap of the rhythm.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Just poppin' in for half a second to tell you that you are loved! And if your impostor syndrome says otherwise, politely inform it of the following: You don't want to push me. This is not a safe water to test.*
*What Baalze said, you are cared for, you are loved, and if anyone dares to say otherwise, including yourself. Whoever they are, they are wrong.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Stroth is outside, a salt circle on the ground before her in the forest where she stands. She opens her spellbook, humming to herself as she thumbs through the pages to find the spell she needs.
Ichigo is cutting through wooden dummies, his blade always finding their way to cut down the dummies with lethal precision. His cat sits over in a tree, lazily napping.
The sky parts above them, and glorious rays rain down, sunlight golden, beautiful. Something blocks the light through, similar to the figure of an angel, four wings, robes white as snow, and sunglasses for some reason.
They hear the sound of rhythmic explosions in the forest, the ground shaking slightly with every tap of the rhythm.
She grumbles "Friggin celestials." She curses and tilts her head, watching it.
Ichigo sheathes his katana, his cat jumping up on his shoulder. He closes his eyes, following the sense of the explosions.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is outside, a salt circle on the ground before her in the forest where she stands. She opens her spellbook, humming to herself as she thumbs through the pages to find the spell she needs.
Ichigo is cutting through wooden dummies, his blade always finding their way to cut down the dummies with lethal precision. His cat sits over in a tree, lazily napping.
The sky parts above them, and glorious rays rain down, sunlight golden, beautiful. Something blocks the light through, similar to the figure of an angel, four wings, robes white as snow, and sunglasses for some reason.
They hear the sound of rhythmic explosions in the forest, the ground shaking slightly with every tap of the rhythm.
She grumbles "Friggin celestials." She curses and tilts her head, watching it.
Ichigo sheathes his katana, his cat jumping up on his shoulder. He closes his eyes, following the sense of the explosions.
Stroth is outside, a salt circle on the ground before her in the forest where she stands. She opens her spellbook, humming to herself as she thumbs through the pages to find the spell she needs.
Ichigo is cutting through wooden dummies, his blade always finding their way to cut down the dummies with lethal precision. His cat sits over in a tree, lazily napping.
The sky parts above them, and glorious rays rain down, sunlight golden, beautiful. Something blocks the light through, similar to the figure of an angel, four wings, robes white as snow, and sunglasses for some reason.
They hear the sound of rhythmic explosions in the forest, the ground shaking slightly with every tap of the rhythm.
She grumbles "Friggin celestials." She curses and tilts her head, watching it.
Ichigo sheathes his katana, his cat jumping up on his shoulder. He closes his eyes, following the sense of the explosions.
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
She winces, stepping back a bit to cover her eyes "Turn that off please." She hisses.
Ichigo tilts his head, watching quietly before walking over "Please.. halt.."
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
She winces, stepping back a bit to cover her eyes "Turn that off please." She hisses.
Ichigo tilts his head, watching quietly before walking over "Please.. halt.."
He chuckles and turns the radiance off, revealing just a tanned muscular dude "Sorry about that."
The kid's hands are covered in blood from punching trees for so long, an energy around their fists. He looks up to Ichigo "Okay." the pain doesn't seem to bother them.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
She winces, stepping back a bit to cover her eyes "Turn that off please." She hisses.
Ichigo tilts his head, watching quietly before walking over "Please.. halt.."
He chuckles and turns the radiance off, revealing just a tanned muscular dude "Sorry about that."
The kid's hands are covered in blood from punching trees for so long, an energy around their fists. He looks up to Ichigo "Okay." the pain doesn't seem to bother them.
She huffs, folding her arms "Don't do that again." she sneers and walks over to the salt circle.
Ichigo kneels down, taking the child fist and begins to bandage them.
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
She winces, stepping back a bit to cover her eyes "Turn that off please." She hisses.
Ichigo tilts his head, watching quietly before walking over "Please.. halt.."
He chuckles and turns the radiance off, revealing just a tanned muscular dude "Sorry about that."
The kid's hands are covered in blood from punching trees for so long, an energy around their fists. He looks up to Ichigo "Okay." the pain doesn't seem to bother them.
She huffs, folding her arms "Don't do that again." she sneers and walks over to the salt circle.
Ichigo kneels down, taking the child fist and begins to bandage them.
He laughs and begins to do a workout nearby, focusing more on calisthenics than straight up bulk.
Gon doesn't stop them, watching them bandage up their hands, Ichigo can see deep nerve damage on them, looking at the cat and smiling.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
She winces, stepping back a bit to cover her eyes "Turn that off please." She hisses.
Ichigo tilts his head, watching quietly before walking over "Please.. halt.."
He chuckles and turns the radiance off, revealing just a tanned muscular dude "Sorry about that."
The kid's hands are covered in blood from punching trees for so long, an energy around their fists. He looks up to Ichigo "Okay." the pain doesn't seem to bother them.
She huffs, folding her arms "Don't do that again." she sneers and walks over to the salt circle.
Ichigo kneels down, taking the child fist and begins to bandage them.
He laughs and begins to do a workout nearby, focusing more on calisthenics than straight up bulk.
Gon doesn't stop them, watching them bandage up their hands, Ichigo can see deep nerve damage on them, looking at the cat and smiling.
She says a few words and suddenly, a form of Fraz-Urb'luu stands before her. They speak in olden tongues to each other for a moment.
The cat narrows its eyes, sitting on Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo pulls away "Please.. stop.. hurting nature.."
*I have a mathematical question: supposing an infinite amount of a single object was placed on an infinite plane, would the objects be infinitely spread apart or packed together closely?*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*Just poppin' in for half a second to tell you that you are loved! And if your impostor syndrome says otherwise, politely inform it of the following: You don't want to push me. This is not a safe water to test.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The sky parts above them, and glorious rays rain down, sunlight golden, beautiful. Something blocks the light through, similar to the figure of an angel, four wings, robes white as snow, and sunglasses for some reason.
They hear the sound of rhythmic explosions in the forest, the ground shaking slightly with every tap of the rhythm.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*What Baalze said, you are cared for, you are loved, and if anyone dares to say otherwise, including yourself. Whoever they are, they are wrong.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She grumbles "Friggin celestials." She curses and tilts her head, watching it.
Ichigo sheathes his katana, his cat jumping up on his shoulder. He closes his eyes, following the sense of the explosions.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
(morning)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The celestial lands, his clothes changing from basic robes to gym shorts and a t-shirt. A wide smile along the angel's face as he puts his hands in his pockets.
He can sense a specific direction near the middle of the forest, the vibrations all coming from there alone.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Stroth looks like someone who just gave her a rotten fish, a bit disgusted. "Why are you here and not there?" She points up.
He follows after it.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He lowers his sunglasses, his body so radiant its barely visible, though absolutely chisel, his voice like that of a friendly gym bro "I'm here on business, and a little vacation too."
They find a 13 year old child exploding trees with a punch rhythmically.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She winces, stepping back a bit to cover her eyes "Turn that off please." She hisses.
Ichigo tilts his head, watching quietly before walking over "Please.. halt.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He chuckles and turns the radiance off, revealing just a tanned muscular dude "Sorry about that."
The kid's hands are covered in blood from punching trees for so long, an energy around their fists. He looks up to Ichigo "Okay." the pain doesn't seem to bother them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She huffs, folding her arms "Don't do that again." she sneers and walks over to the salt circle.
Ichigo kneels down, taking the child fist and begins to bandage them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He laughs and begins to do a workout nearby, focusing more on calisthenics than straight up bulk.
Gon doesn't stop them, watching them bandage up their hands, Ichigo can see deep nerve damage on them, looking at the cat and smiling.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*hey all*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She says a few words and suddenly, a form of Fraz-Urb'luu stands before her. They speak in olden tongues to each other for a moment.
The cat narrows its eyes, sitting on Ichigo's shoulder. Ichigo pulls away "Please.. stop.. hurting nature.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Wassup bro man.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*not much, how are you?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Blessed, life just be goin' ya know?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*good morning goobers*
*sleepy*
*Hello Alaric, good to see ya*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I have a mathematical question: supposing an infinite amount of a single object was placed on an infinite plane, would the objects be infinitely spread apart or packed together closely?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.