"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
“Cool!”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
The order building stays where it is. it is a building indeed
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
The order building stays where it is. it is a building indeed
He enters, sort of stumbling over the threshold, and almost dropping his journal.
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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.
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
The order building stays where it is. it is a building indeed
He enters, sort of stumbling over the threshold, and almost dropping his journal.
A shortish figure in a hood and half-mask emerges from the back. "Oh god, that's not good."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
“Cool!”
"My dad gave me that." h beams proudly
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
The order building stays where it is. it is a building indeed
He enters, sort of stumbling over the threshold, and almost dropping his journal.
A shortish figure in a hood and half-mask emerges from the back. "Oh god, that's not good."
“You think?!” He growls. “My ACTUAL SOUL IS ROTTING! THIS IS AGONY!!”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
The order building stays where it is. it is a building indeed
He enters, sort of stumbling over the threshold, and almost dropping his journal.
A shortish figure in a hood and half-mask emerges from the back. "Oh god, that's not good."
“You think?!” He growls. “My ACTUAL SOUL IS ROTTING! THIS IS AGONY!!”
A taller masked person, clearly an adult, comes soon. "Elle, why didn't you tell me he was here?" before turning to the man. "I'll help you. can you walk on your own?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
“Cool!”
"My dad gave me that." h beams proudly
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
“Cool!”
"My dad gave me that." h beams proudly
“Nice! So why did ya come here?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
“Cool!”
"My dad gave me that." h beams proudly
“Nice! So why did ya come here?”
"Family tradition! My dad's the best ever"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Come onnnnnnnnn I wanna hear your cool battle stories!"
“No. And I can’t tell you for safety reasons.”
"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
He smiles "cross my heart."
*back* ”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
“Cool!”
"My dad gave me that." h beams proudly
“Nice! So why did ya come here?”
"Family tradition! My dad's the best ever"
“Sounds nice. Who’s your dad?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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"Fiiiiine. You're no fun." he stomps away
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*im still here*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Lillian follows him “I’ll tell you later. But you have to promise to tell no one else.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He smiles "cross my heart."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*back*
”Ok. By the way, if my brother finds out, he might actually kill you.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"He won't. Plus, i've got this" he pats his dagger in a sheath
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Cool!”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
A crack appears in the sky, hovering above the road. It splits like an egg, and a sun elf in black robes with glowing sage-green veins who is clutching a leather bound journal walks out of it. He heads toward the Order’s base, his pace slow and pained, and something like ash is drifting up from off of him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The order building stays where it is. it is a building indeed
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He enters, sort of stumbling over the threshold, and almost dropping his journal.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A shortish figure in a hood and half-mask emerges from the back.
"Oh god, that's not good."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"My dad gave me that." h beams proudly
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“You think?!” He growls. “My ACTUAL SOUL IS ROTTING! THIS IS AGONY!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A taller masked person, clearly an adult, comes soon. "Elle, why didn't you tell me he was here?" before turning to the man. "I'll help you. can you walk on your own?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
helo?
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*im still here*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Nice! So why did ya come here?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Family tradition! My dad's the best ever"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Sounds nice. Who’s your dad?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow