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At some point in your life, you were taught that being slightly annoying is an unforgivable sin. Maybe it was by your parents or a teacher or a friend or a bully or an older sibling. But someone taught you that being slightly annoying is a crime punishable by death.
You must unlearn this.
You must accept that all people will be annoying at some point or another in their lives, maybe all of their lives, and that this is okay. It is okay for strangers on the bus, it is okay for children in the grocery store, it is okay for people on social media, and it is okay for you.
If you ever want to truly love your fellow humans, if you ever want to truly love yourself, you must have forgiveness for being annoying.
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Someone I know not well enough to voice my opinion on the subject said something like why didn’t God make potatoes a low-calorie food so I am here to say: God made them like that because their nutrition density IS what makes them healthy. By God I mean Andean agricultural technicians. Potato is healthy BECAUSE potato holds calories and vitamins. Do not malign potato
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GUYS. GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS. @dr-runs-with-scissors (cal) DREW KENJI AND HE IS SO SO SO BEAUTIFUL!!!
btw cal also writes fics as well as being an awesome artist so go check them out!!!
tagging the noble blood taglist here lol i need to make sure y'all see this:
@ghost-1-y @kentohours @whatthefucksatan @mitsuristoleme @lu-dao-writes
@peachdues @here-for-the-tea-baby @staryukis @roselleviennesstuff @witchbybirth
@marinnnnnnnnn @dr-runs-with-scissors
also note this is what kenji looks like fully grown, he doesn't quite look like this in the fic yet!
#SOMEHOW I WASNT THINKING OF EASTERN DRAGONS FOR THEM BUT RATHER WESTERN 6 LIMBED DRAGONS (lowkey bcz i feel bad thinking of#having eastern ones as a ride/pet/companion#dragon rider au#THANK YOU FOR THE TAG
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As a kid, when your parents are poor, you're poor. If they don't have money, that means none of you have money. But if someone's parents are rich, that doesn't necessarily mean the kid is. Sometimes rich peoples' kids aren't rich kids, they're just some rich freak's exotic pets that can talk but aren't allowed to.
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how he carries you.
includes: luke, artem, marius & vyn !
pronouns: gender neutral
a/n: this post was buried six feet under my drafts for so long
piggyback ride !
as a child, luke carried you on his back fairly often. scraping your knees during play time was a common occurrence, and he was a total worrywart even then. after all, it's okay, it doesn't hurt at all didn't make a very convincing argument when tears were trickling down your cheeks, lips bitten red by your stubborn refusal to let out pained sobs.
he had panicked immensely. there was no way he was going to force you to walk home with bleeding wounds, so he struggled, his small weak body barely able to withstand your weight, but he persistently trudged on, comforting words spilling from his lips to hush your cries.
but of course, the piggyback rides stopped when you grew up. it was far too humiliating to allow luke to carry you all the way to the infirmary each time you gained trivial injuries in gym class.
then eight years later, you found yourself carried on his back once more.
“i'm not drunk,” you slurred, clearly inebriated. you had intentions to say more but a hiccup cut your sentence short, and you settled for burying your face in the crook of his neck instead. “you don't have to carry me.”
“yeah, right,” luke agreed sarcastically, throwing you a disapproving look you can't see. “hang on tight, we're near your apartment.”
you groaned as a response, looping your arms around his neck. as you shuffled in position, you felt the firm muscles beneath his shirt, but you chose not to comment on it.
still, there was an obvious difference compared to back then. his arms were stable, carrying your weight with ease. he no longer staggered, his hold on your body firm and strong.
ah, but his ears still turned red. how cute.
“...you've become strong, haven't you...”
“hm? did you say something?” he glanced at you, a question in his gaze.
you nuzzled your face to his neck, causing him to flush deeper. “no, it's nothing...”
princess carry !
“you should speak up when this happens.”
“yes, i apologize for this, mr. wing.”
you looked particularly glum while artem examined the wound on your feet caused by a new pair of shoes. you thought you hid it well; you endured for the duration of the party, too busy discussing with potential clients to slip away and seek treatment, but it wasn't anything urgent.
at least by your standards. artem didn't seem to share the same opinion.
“you should stay seated. the party is almost finished,” he said with an air of finality, leaving no room for argument. he stood up from his crouched position, immediately holding you down when you attempt to walk. “don't move. it hurts, doesn't it?”
“i can walk to a sofa. it's not very far.” plus it had already gotten this bad so does it really matter?
a crease formed between his brows as artem frowned. “excuse me.”
for what, you barely had time to think before he literally swept you off your feet, hooking an arm beneath your knees and placing a hand on your back. a stranged noise escaped you but he didn't seem bothered, continuing to carry you towards the nearest sofa.
thankfully, there weren't much guests on this part of the venue. small mercies.
he knelt by your feet, carefully taking off your ill-fitting shoes. you made an effort not to wince, but he saw through it anyway. “i'll ask the staff for slippers. stay here, okay?”
“it... it really is fine...”
his face took on a sterner expression.
“i-i got it. thank you.”
potato sack carry !
“i'm fairly certain i can press sexual harassment charges on you for this.”
helplessly, you dangled from marius's shoulder, desperately covering your face from view. the passersby gave the pair of you odd looks but marius seemed amused more than anything.
“it can't be helped, right? those reporters were so adamant on chasing us,” he reasoned, laughing at your grumbles.
“i can walk just fine. i'll have you know, i'm a fast runner!”
“mhm, not with these shoes, you're not. you almost tripped if i didn't catch you first, didn't you?”
aggrieved, you murmured a few more complaints before patting his back. “alright, fine. they're not tailing us anymore, so could you let me go now, marius von hagen?”
“hmm...” he pondered for a moment, deep in thought. then cheekily, “no. this is fun.”
“in what way?!”
the sound of his laughter answered you, and you began to squirm. “woah there, be careful. what if i drop you?”
“better than you holding me hostage.”
“hostage? how mean.” you felt him shift positions, moving you away from his shoulder to face him instead as he secured his hold on your hips. “i treat you better than anyone else.”
red colored your cheeks, but you masked your blush with anger. pinching his face, you indignantly cried, “marius. von. hagen!”
princess carry !
“dr. richter, it's really fine! you don't have to carry me!”
opposed to his usual gentle demeanor, vyn appeared to be strict. “you're burning up with a fever. it was my fault for not noticing earlier, and you nearly collapsed. you are in no state to walk on your own.”
you grimaced at the memory. it was a disgraceful sight, and you certainly did not want to worry vyn because you almost fainted. “i can make it to the car, at least. you can just drop me off at a clinic. i'd hate to bother you when you have work to do.”
“i can spare some time,” vyn insisted, his eyes almost like molten gold in the sun. “even if i can't, i'd make time for you. always.”
your heartbeat stuttered, your face beginning to turn red for a different reason than just the cold. “i see... thank you.”
he opened the door to his car with some difficulty, but he safely settled you inside. brushing away the hair matted to your forehead, he tenderly smoothed the furrow between your brows.
“are you sleepy? get some rest. i'll wake you up when we arrive.”
you wanted to refuse, but the offer of sleep was too tempting. you nodded weakly, lashes fluttering shut, and he curled his lips to a small smile when your expression eased to a state of relaxation.
“silly. you speak like i won't do anything for you.”
#tears of themis#tears of themis x reader#tot x reader#luke pearce x reader#artem wing x reader#marius von hagen x reader#vyn richter x reader#artem x reader#luke x reader#marius x reader#vyn x reader
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jealousy hcs
includes: luke, artem, marius & vyn !
pronouns: gender neutral (excluding a mention of jiejie for the meme)
a/n: i've read other writers' take on this and decided i should share my opinion too
✧ luke pearce
unbothered king! luke doesn't get jealous easily.
why, you ask? that's because he sits at the top of the food chain, crowned with the title ✨ childhood friend ✨
he's immediately superior in every aspect. what, who cares if your boss is a respected senior attorney, or if you have an intelligent psychiatrist vying for your attention? pft, a world-renowned artist who also happens to be a ceo of pax?
even if you have all the money in the world, you could never buy the years you and luke spent together!
all jokes aside, luke never felt the need to be jealous. in the entirety of his younger years, he had the reassurance you would always be by his side. you were seen as a inseparable pair: detective pearce and his beloved watson, sticking together through thick and thin. he never doubted the bond you had, and he knew you felt the same even after 8 years had passed.
he trusted you to never turn your back on him, and well, if some guy is seriously trying to get you to date him, all luke has to do is assert dominance. he's plenty athletic, talented in some fields, and highly intelligent! he'll prove to everyone he's the best man worthy of you!
✧ artem wing
the jealous type, but prefers not to openly show it since he considers it shameful.
perhaps it's his inexperience in dating at work, causing him to fear you'd find a better man someday. he strives to be the kind of man you'd want to marry, but until that actually happens, he shouldn't let someone else steal you away??
he doesn't do it on purpose but he glares at anyone bothering you, scrutinizing every move they make. he only becomes more annoyed at each attempt of trying to get closer to you, and he has to remind himself to stay calm and observe first before doing anything.
you handle those kind of situations well, but if it escalates further, artem is quick to step in and get you out of there, grabbing your hand to lead you somewhere else.
he doesn't tell you why he grows quiet, why he holds your hand tighter and why he's reluctant to let go, but you immediately understand so you squeeze his hand back.
ps: peppering his grumpy face with kisses is always effective to make him smile!
✧ marius von hagen
as needy as he may seem, he doesn't actually require the entirety of your attention.
or maybe it'd be better to say he doesn't mind the presence of other men around you because the idea of trading him for anyone else was unfathomable; who could ever compare to the oh-so-great marius von hagen?
other people know it too. they instantly back down when faced with marius's intimidating smile, hovering behind your shoulder. they weren't aware you were acquainted with someone so... flashy. who has the balls to go against someone hot, rich, young and powerful?
however, even marius can be insecure. he knows he can act bratty sometimes, but it doesn't really hit him until a mature man comes along and impresses you. of course, your interests towards that older man are far from romantic and you only admire his professionalism, yet marius can't help but be envious of that cool and composed behavior he portrayed. marius supposes he hasn't reached that point of maturity yet, one that can only be attained through years of experience as a real adult.
...but until then, perhaps he should indulge in his child-like desires, such as demanding for your attention at every opportunity. yeah, that sounds about right. what was he holding back for?
he's like the kid who sat behind you in elementary school that keeps pulling your hair to make you notice him. underhanded, maybe, but he needs your eyes focused on him.
would definitely try to tickle you under the table or poke your cheek until you give in to his whims. if you don't, he's stuck pouting for the whole day looking like a kicked puppy. (please notice him, jiejie.)
✧ vyn richter
dear lord this man is possessive. easily the most prone to jealousy out of all the boys.
don't trust his straight face. he might be smiling on the outside, but his eyes are definitely not. an unamused vyn is terrifying, by the way.
actively interrupts any chances for other people to court you. ridding of persistent ones are quite troublesome, but he'll make it work. (that sounds bad-)
stays especially near when someone tries to hit on you. his reserved disposition is thrown out the window completely and he begins to engage in displays of affection, subtle ones like wrapping an arm around you or holding your hand that strongly imply he's your partner.
if you're enjoying a conversation with the other person because you're oblivious to their advances, he stays low. but if you look even slightly bothered, he's quick to speak on your behalf, hurling verbal attacks disguised as euphemisms towards the person getting on his nerves.
is definitely the kind of boyfriend who'd give you a hickey to claim you as his. no i don't take constructive criticism on this.
you're only expecting a backhug when he embraces you from behind but you yelp in surprise when you feel his lips touch your neck. to top it all off, when you turn around to look at him, he gives you an unapologetic smile. sly fucker.
#tears of themis#tears of themis headcanons#tears of themis imagines#tears of themis x reader#tot#luke pearce#tot x reader#luke pearce x reader#luke x reader#artem wing#artem wing x reader#marius von hagen x reader#marius x reader#marius von hagen#vyn richter#vyn richter x reader#vyn x reader#artem x reader
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he lends you his clothes when...
includes: luke, marius, artem & vyn !
pronouns: she/her (fem reader)
a/n: i told myself i wouldn't write for tot... genshin has enough men to handle... but here i am anyways. hope you guys like this <3
itʼs raining and you donʼt have an umbrella
you weren't the forgetful type, but in your haste to get to work on time, you didnʼt bother checking the weather forecast — a grave mistake youʼve come to regret later that afternoon, left with no choice but to wait for the rainfall to cease. it was by pure coincidence for you to come across luke, seemingly in the same predicament as you if his troubled expression was anything to go by.
“i can run to the conveniece store to buy an umbrella and hurry back here to get you,” he offered, undoubtedly putting your comfort over his own once again. you shook your head, tugging on his green jacket. “letʼs just go together. iʼm pretty sure this is big enough to cover both of us.”
needless to say, no, it was not big enough to cover two fully grown adults. by the time you reached the convenience store, youʼre soaked to the bone and constantly sneezing. (luke quickly covers you with his jacket in a panic, catching a glimpse of your skin beneath your drenched blouse. he couldnʼt look at you properly until you changed in dry clothes.)
you feel cold at an evening gala
it wasn't often for you to attend fancy events like these, but you couldn't really turn down marius's invitation. not when he started sulking and pouting in his pursuits to coax you into going. anyone with a heart wouldn't be able to reject that face; it certainly wasn't just your soft spot for him, definitely not.
formal attire was a necessity, and marius took it upon himself to provide you a dress. a dress that you had no complaints with, for the most part: it was extravagant, perhaps too extravagant for you, and you blended in well with the celebrities and prominent figures in attendance. but it wasn't designed to protect you from cold temperatures, thus it was inevitable you'd be shivering when you took a short breather at the balcony.
marius laughed when he saw you struggling to keep yourself warm, rubbing your hands together. you'd feel insulted if he hadn't shrugged off his suit jacket and wordlessly placed it on your bare shoulders, engaging you in casual conversation as if he didn't do anything out of the ordinary. you were too flustered that you lost the chance to give it back, knowing this could start some bizarre rumor about you being the pax ceo's girlfriend.
still, you chose to keep your lips sealed, relishing in the lingering warmth enveloping your body. (at the very least, your face wasn't cold anymore.)
you don't have spare clothes for a spontaneous business trip
you were never supposed to go with artem; you may be partners, but you both had your own share of individual duties... yet one thing had led to another, and suddenly you were thrust into a situation where you had to visit artem's client as soon as humanly possible. of course, that meant you had zero preparation done — no spare clothes or toiletries packed, not even a charger for your phone.
you were lucky enough that a room at artem's hotel was available, but that's where your luck stopped, it seemed. all clothing stores were already closed at this late hour, and you couldn't exactly sleep comfortably in your work clothes; you'd also still need them for the next day, or at least until you purchase new clothes to wear.
artem clearly didn't have anything your size, but he offered a shirt and a pair of sweatpants that you could only hope would fit you. in the end, it hung loosely on your smaller frame, but it was a far better choice than your work clothes. as an act of gratitude, you knocked on his door, planning to thank him and bidding him good night before returning to your own hotel room.
artem was definitely not prepared to see you at his door, in the darkest hours of the evening, wearing his clothes, and innocently talking about something he couldn't hear over the sound of his erratic heartbeat.
by the time you finished talking and left to get some rest, artem sank on his bed, still processing what occurred moments prior. (he couldnʼt be any more grateful you had separate rooms.)
you're waiting for him to finish working
aside from his job as a psychiatrist, vyn was also known to be a visiting professor at stellis university. you'd know this since you attended his lectures under the guise of his “teaching assistant,” though you don't actually contribute much even if vyn had told you your mere presence was a reassurance that “assisted” him enough.
“wait for me here, i need to speak to another professor for a moment,” he informed with a gentle smile, planning to take you to a small date after ending his lecture. you nodded understandingly, patiently standing by the hallway, when he paused for a second before turning back towards you and shrugging off his coat. “i apologize, could you carry this for the meantime?”
“of course.” you took the piece of clothing into your arms, oblivious to the reason why vyn needed you to hold on to it, but you had no reason to refuse. seeing you didn't mind doing a favor for him, he smiled again, turning on his heel to finally start walking towards the faculty office.
you might be oblivious to the curious stares pinned at your back whenever you came to his lectures, but vyn was surely not. maybe he was too aware of it, to the point that he could recognize the glint of romantic interest in other men's eyes when they look at you.
he needed to show you were already taken, somehow.
“isn't that professor richter's girlfriend?” “no way... that professor richter?” “she's carrying his lab coat. of course she'd be his girlfriend! i saw him staring at her a lot during lectures, too!”
(oh. vyn didn't want you to notice that... oh well.)
#tears of themis#tears of themis x reader#tot x reader#vyn richter#artem wing#marius von hagen#luke pearce#luke x reader#marius x reader#artem x reader#vyn x reader
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imagine kissing the wrinkle on artem’s brow, watching his tense shoulders relax under your touch. monday has been hard on him, difficult cases pushed in his care; paperwork covers the entirety of his desk, and you struggle to find a decent amount of space to place his cup of coffee. you didn’t mean to stay at his office longer than you had to, since you only wanted to check up on him. “don’t worry, i’ll leave soon,” you inform him for good measure, assuring him you won’t be a bother for long. but artem shakes his head, pulling you to sit on his lap — insisting he needs a break.
imagine kissing luke’s reddened cheek, watching his face flare into a deeper shade of crimson. his sentences come out as flustered stutters, and his hands turn clumsy, nearly dropping his camera in surprise. “w-what was that for...” he stammers, covering his burning cheek defensively and you giggle, enjoying his exaggerated reactions. “stop taking pictures already, i got a little jealous. won’t you pay attention to me?” oh, luke certainly is; what did you think he was taking pictures of, anyway?
imagine kissing the corner of marius’s lips, watching his childish pout falter. his mouth twitches into a smile, one that he stubbornly tries to suppress. your work had prevented him from seeing you for the past week, and he’d been granted sparse opportunities to see you in the flesh: he might have a picture of you saved in his phone, but it doesn’t compare to seeing the real deal. he isn’t too pleased to hear artem’s voice interrupting your phone calls to remind you to get back to work, either. at last, the troublesome case that took up your time finally reached its conclusion and you met up for a date, but marius is still grumpy as ever. “don’t be so pouty, i’m here now, aren’t i?” you comfort him, laughing as you pinch his cheek. he unexpectedly catches your wrist, looking at you with a serious gaze. “yeah, and i’m not letting go of you anytime soon.”
imagine kissing vyn’s forehead, watching his sleeping expression fondly as you brush away the fringe covering his face. he fell asleep in his study again, sitting upright in what looks to be an uncomfortable position to sleep in, but you don’t have the heart to wake him up. after all, he seems uncharacteristically vulnerable, opposed to his usual guarded front. his head droops to the side, his pair of glasses tilting in doing so, and you stifle a chuckle in fear of rousing him awake. “i should get him a blanket...” you murmur to yourself, meaning to step away from him after taking off his glasses, but his lashes flutter open and he chases after you, grabbing your arm. “that won’t be necessary,” vyn states firmly, circling an arm around your waist. you stare into his dazed golden eyes, remaining in place as if falling for his spell. “stay with me.”
#tears of themis#artem wing#luke pearce#marius von hagen#vyn richter#tears of themis x reader#artem x reader#luke x reader#marius x reader#vyn x reader#im going to queue my rbs otherwise youd be annoyed by the constant pinging
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how good is he at flirting?
includes: luke, artem, marius & vyn !
pronouns: n/a (somehow dodged using any, so gender neutral?)
a/n: manifesting luke ssr bc he won't come home
✧ luke pearce
on surface level, you'd think he's pretty bad at flirting
this guy literally friendzones himself
but he's an airhead who's good at flirting unintentionally
showers you in sincere compliments that don't compare to empty flattery. luke is nice like that,, so cheerful and supportive,,, your personal cheerleader, if you will. also very willing to help whenever you find yourself running into a problem
actually he's so nice that some people get the wrong idea
he'd compliment a girl so well that she'll think he's hitting on her... in a really respectful way
or he'd offer to carry their heavy bags and open the door for them
luke isn't trying to seduce them, he's just really used to doing those things for you...
and being your childhood friend has its perks!! he doesn't shy away from skinship — hand holding and hugs are a few things he can indulge in. you could say he flirts through casual touches.
“your hair grew longer again,” luke comments, brushing away your bangs. “they'll poke your eyes. you should get it cut soon.”
childhood friend flex alright
✧ artem wing
oh god he is terrible at it
29 years old and has no dating experience lmao
so pure,, and super shy,, or maybe just embarrassed?? he chokes up when he tries to compliment you and ends up chickening out more often than not
celestine is not amused
it's like she's helping a pubescent boy confess to his crush rather than coaching a whole grown man........ then again, she can't imagine artem saying pickup lines lol
he's bad at expressing his feelings verbally but he can be unexpectedly smooth??
as a superior, he treats his coworkers well, but everyone can see how he favors you
small things like bringing you a meal when you miss lunch, or waiting for you to finish overtime and offering to drive you home after
maybe invite you to eat dinner he prepared while he's at it. he's a decent cook, and he likes seeing your happy face when you taste his food. what? you say you want to eat his food everyday? sure, he can make that possible if you marry him
there is no in between istg
yeah it's not totally direct, but suggestive enough that his actions imply he's interested in you
(then again, given how dense you can be, he might need to wave a neon sign spelling “WILL YOU MARRY ME” so you'd finally get the point)
✧ marius von hagen
ah... this guy huh
he flirts with you all the time but the problem is he does it too much that you end up thinking his flirting is just a joke
not to mention you probably haven't ever considered him as a potential romantic partner; his position as the pax's ceo making things difficult aside, you most likely only think of him as an annoying little brother...
nevertheless, marius continues to pursue on! what marius wants, marius will get
he has tons of money. you might not be the materialistic type, but surely you'd still appreciate gifts right?
whether it be chocolates, branded clothes or jewelry, he'll give it to you. oh, do you perhaps like flowers? once he hears about this little detail, he immediately prepares a gorgeous bouquet. huh? you say you don't need all this stuff? then what do you actually want?
“a date.” you rub your aching temples, feeling your headache worsen after seeing marius's expectant gaze. “just take me on a normal date, you don't have to send gifts to win me over. a movie will suffice. and don't rent an entire theater this time.”
marius grins in victory. there's nothing more he can ask for.
“then can we hold hands?” before you could glare at him and immediately refuse, he cheekily adds, “if we don't, i fear i might busy my hands by making another online purchase instead.”
of course marius lied. when it comes to you, he only gets more greedy by day.
✧ vyn richter
oh damn. he is good. really good.
out of all of them, vyn is arguably the best at flirting. no i don't accept constructive criticism on this matter.
he knows what he wants, so he'll get it no matter what. he already has a few courting plans in mind.
a natural at slipping compliments in casual conversation. he doesn't get shy, not at all — what's there to be ashamed of?
you could be attending an art exhibit to marvel at paintings when he'd suddenly shift the topic to how beautiful you are. oh, is your face turning red now? no, don't hide your expression from him; he'd like to see what you look like flustered from his flirting. it's very adorable.
straightforward and doesn't make things harder from him. if he wants to hold your hand, he'd immediately ask instead of hesitating like he's in some painful slow burn fic. hm? you say he's bold? he laughs, but doesn't deny it. he'd rather go all out than watch you slip away from him.
he likes to observe your reactions, finding them amusing. just the smallest things make your face heat up. you're so cute that he can't help but tease you sometimes, purposely initiating more affection than usual.
“you're... somewhat touchy, aren't you, dr. richter...” you awkwardly cough when he has his arm around your waist again when you're watching a movie, directing you to lean towards him. you're afraid he might hear your loud heartbeat.
“not quite,” he admits, changing positions so you could rest your head against his shoulder. “but you're an exception to a lot of things.”
not so slowly but surely, the distance between you is becoming shorter.
#tears of themis#tears of themis x reader#tot x reader#luke pearce#artem wing#marius von hagen#vyn richter#luke x reader#artem x reader#marius x reader#vyn x reader#luke pearce x reader#artem wing x reader#marius von hagen x reader#vyn richter x reader#hiiii#stumbled across you once again and am now on the cross country across your masterlist
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Collected Miscellany - "Arlecchino: Afterglow of Calamity" | Genshin Impact
To be a family's sole surviving orphan is always a most sorrowful thing.
Almost inevitably, it requires that a person must not only find their own reason to keep existing, but that they can make it the cornerstone of their struggle to stem the tide of waning fortune.
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I saw a post about tumblr user ages...
Reblogs are welcomed for that sweet, sweet increased data pool (aka getting more than 20 responses 😅)
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Why fighting when both dragons are polite and friendly shaped 🥹
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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
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