Alea iacta est

Everyone I RP with deserves a Nobel Peace Prize for not killing me when I don’t reply for like a month

writing style: author from the 1800s with a severe love of commas whose sentences last half a page 

I came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all fronts, knowing not my enemy’s name nor his face nor whether our battle is done.

Confession: I have a friend who likes to text me at like 4am when he’s had nightmares or he can’t sleep or he just needs a friend. He thinks I’m always awake at 4am but really I go to bed around 12am and I change his text-tone to the loudest one I have just so it wakes me up when he needs me.

You’re all so lovely, sweet, and flawed. You all make me feel like home is a little closer.

If you want me to have a complete breakdown just show me an otp where one says “keep your eyes on me” when they’re trying to calm the other