#outside tag

Huge fucking weevil!!!!

And I came across funky weevils of a more normal size:

I don't want to be common.

The thought came to him before he could quash it, and Simon found rather tediously that he didn't have the energy to ignore it. It was true, though he didn't understand it. Wasn't it easier to be common, to have solutions worked out long before your arrival, to slot perfectly into a space in the world waiting for him? Wasn't he afraid of standing out? What, was he afraid of blending in, too?

Yes.

And he bent forward, head in his hands, from the weight of it all.

"I don't understand," he murmured.

Thankfully, the psychiatrist said nothing.

back at ya with the depressed simon blackquill fic and guess what??? guess the fuck what??