Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old, even as Oromë the Great in the battle of the Valar when the world was young. - The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
The first part, with the green letters, is pretty meaningless. I was trying to come up with a signature, and that's what popped into my head. It's my first ever signature on YWS.
The second part, in pink, is just me commenting on my own naivety. My sister knows more social things than me, and she's younger. I'm hopelessly clueless in many respects, and "this world shall swallow me whole" because of it. In addition, the "shallow girl" part is me commenting on my vanity. Because I look at myself too much. It sucks, and I'm not proud of it, but I figured I might as well get an insecurity out there for people to see. By making it more public, it makes me not mind it as much, or at least makes me confront it more often.
she/her
woah i actually made a post pretty radical if you ask me
@Hkumar's your explanation of your lack of a signature is the best signature around.
Dumbledore: "Now, it's great that you've been saving the school and all Harry, but unfortunately your grades have been a tad low, and, well... perhaps Gandalf could explain it better... hit it, Gandalf!
I enjoy the quotes in my sig because they are funny and make me feel nice by remembering my own chaos and/or wholesome moments I’ve had with my frens. And then of course pronouns are important ^-^
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
I was talking to my brother once and told him his thoughts were thoroughly indigestible. When I was trying to figure out a signature I remembered ut and thought it was pretty funny.
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
