Gokudera… is a badass.
These books trumped even the most elaborate and foully concocted horror flicks.
They were pure demonic genius with illustrations undoubtedly coughed-up by the sickly snout of horned-Lucifer himself.
Amen, edited-for-comedic-effect book title, amen.
The past exists in the thoughts and recorded words of human beings,
the future, in their expectations.
spaghetti, zeus, and Time would not exist.
Time requires minds to mull and muse it into weirdish being.
Sometimes the shower feels like reverse-Narnia.
Me: What? I was only in there for like 5 minutes. Relax.
Sibling: You’ve been gone for the past 7 years. I met a fawn. I ruled a mythical country for many years. All of this. Where were you?
Mom: Where did my gourds go?
Me: I was trying to cast the darkness out. …I though getting rid of a piece of you might help.
Yes. I find him to be quite wonderful mostly. I either want to be his good friend, or a bird of sorts he keeps on his shoulder and sends on occasional errands.
(I guess, mostly, I would just want to be around when he got excited about things and spoke with his hands.)
I don’t know if I’m in good company or bad, but irregardless, I’m in a heaping mess of fangirl/boy company for sure.