1.02 - Top Banana
They’re grown-ups. They’re allowed to have fun whenever they want. We’re kids. We’re supposed to be working.
my mum accidentally sent me into a frenzied panic just now when she reminded me that i have no plans for what i’m doing with the rest of my life after october
”Beautiful she is, sir! Lovely! Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like. Hard as di’monds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime.”
Protheans can read the smallest details of our enviroment.