ur one of the reasons i remember tumblr exists so when I realized I hadn't gotta ur blog on my feed in so long (because ur post abt med school popped out of nowhere) i just sat there for like 5 minutes contemplating my reasons of existence /dramatic
anyways hi hello how are you how has ur beyblade fanfic been doing are u doing okay here have some flowers 💐
I MEAN IT IM GONNA CRY im really grateful to u and i love when u comment im like sitting on my bathroom floor wiht my laptop with tears in my eyes im trying to pull through third year is the hardest year (i hope) but i will win trust.
beyblade fic is going okay i scratched everything and started over because i didnt like it but here's an excerpt from the new draft haha
His father never scooped him up, never tossed him into the air, never taught him about the stars. It was Gingka who named the constellations for him.
“There’s Pegasus!” he’d said, “Dad showed me”. Hyoma remembered. Ryo’s Storm Pegasus was legendary even then.
“And there,” Gingka had continued, “is Aries. It’ll be easier to see next month.”
“Where?”
Gingka took his hand and traced the path. It was a small thing, humble next to Pegasus, but he too felt like he’d grown wings with the way his heart soared.
“Woah,” was all he could say, but he was no longer looking at the sky.
