So quick to define things. You're different than me. Doesn't mean I have the right to yell in your face about it. You're such noisy things screaming on about what is right and wrong, fates and destiny. You're also small things. We're all small. You're impressive. Before a blink of the eye, you're gone.
I’m an ambivert. There are times where I want to be with others and talk a lot, and there are times when I just want to read and watch anime. Problem is, how do you tell a friend you’re not in the mood without hurting them?
Once upon a time there lived a being who could face in every single direction every moment of the day. Their name was Doc Diventia and when they spoke, their voice sounded like breaking glass. There is a boy who sits on the surface of a still lake, and tells stories to them. There is no time here. Only stories.
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