"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]
Daaaaaarling! Could you be so nice as to brew me a cup of chai tea? With a little cinnamon if you please? *sits down in a sunny alcove with a book and feather pen*
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening
But, waffles for all of us. It´s my turn.
