~ The Sun ~

i do not "get good," i do not "keep practicing," i do not "take a break," i do not "level up," i CRASH OUT. and if i don't beat the boss first try with an absolutely terrible strategy then i KILL MYSELF

idk if anyone know what I'm talking about but Alex Ward's slide in frame without dropping a single spill of his drink in that one con was the hottest anyone has looked in a long time

I had to get moving. I couldn't stay here, stuck like this forever.

When I awoke, it was raining outside. A chilly rain, signaling the approach of winter. Quiet and persistent.

Their gaze met across twenty feet of parking lot and the affection was as clear as the quality of light.

I've been writing you tons and tons of letters, and I'm really starting to wonder if they ever reach you. The address I've been using is a "kind of" kind of thing, and I don't put a return address on the envelope, so maybe they're just piling up on the "little letter lost" shelf in a post office somewhere, unread and all covered with dust. Up to now, I figured: OK, if they're not getting through, they're not getting through, so what? I've been scratching away at these things, but the important thing was for me to put my thoughts down on paper. It's easy for me to write if I think I'm writing to you, Mr. Wind-Up Bird, I don't know why.

It was like following the clues in a detective story. It was like being in love. Once you were aware of a thing, a name, or a word, you began to notice it everywhere.