Just in Lurker Land

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying

Even if you were a difficult child, you didn't deserve to be hurt.

it’s always “i love you” and never “now you are the only one i have eyes for” or “the center of the stage is only for one person but you are not alone anymore” or “only i can make you lay everything bare” or “i won’t rest until i propose and make her heart race too” or “only me, always, forever, you only need to look at me” or “whenever you walk ahead, turn around— i shall stretch my hand to you” or “forever and ever i’d like to cross swords with you” or “even though we might clash i still have faith in you” or “for heroes there are trials, for saints there are temptations, for me there is you”

The soon to transition Mrs Nice Guy: No more Mr Nice Guy

Settlers of catan

all my alters become walters when i pitch the baseball of success