this is the only problematic thing that ever happens in the tiny planet explorer fandom
standing before you is not a man but merely a cracked shell
watch the video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICzA5LRRm7Q
How I feel whenever I read one of those fics
Sitting before you not as a man,
but merely a cracked shell
A shell of the lightest pastels
to the darkest hues
welcome to the extinction race.
Anonymous asked: To be honest you are my favorite thing ever! Also you are extremely talented in doing that writing thing.
Oh, thank you so much, my dear!!! :D That is so incredibly sweet of you. Thank you!!!
asked: It was especially quiet in his flat that night. Small, white candles adorned the kitchen and the stairs and his room; the little flecks of warm gold lit a path to the backyard. There was a cold box of her favorite pizza, an open champagne bottle, and a dry flute on the counter. PJ was sitting with his feet dangling off the deck, his glistening green eyes searching the heavens for something--someone--he couldn't quite find. He raised his flute of champagne to the stars. "Happy birthday, my love."