"I'm some sort of spirit. I look alive and I feel alive, even if I see you outside of your dream, but I'm just really cold and I don't really have any blood. It's kinda creepy"
“Oh. Well, that doesn’t seem so bad..! Just being a bit cold is all, but heaters are fine for that! Wait- does this mean I could see you in person one day?? That’d be amazing!!”
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
Emile gasped with delight. He climbed out of his first story window and rushed over to Remy, wrapping him in a huge hug. He didn’t care that he was freezing.
Do you how do? I use any pronouns :) Get in losers, we're going napping
It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
