Day Four Hundred Forty Two.

I want the kind of love where we
Hold hands
Giggle late into the night
Share secrets
Slow dance, even when there’s no music
And stand by each other’s side
I want the kind of love
That makes us feel young again
Even when we’re old and grey
I want a love
That lasts a lifetime

hello my beloved nuggets, it is i. i’m alive apparently. and bc i’m such a trashbag, i’m gonna post a little STARTER CALL, but disclaimer they’ll be tiny bc i’m still tryna get my muse back lmao and also most of my attention is on ffxv. whoops.

ANYWAY, LIKE THIS AND I’LL WRITE YOU A THING AT SOME POINT

“Every day I chop and collect firewood from a vast area, make a trek that takes me hours and hours from the rural area to the town so that I can sell it and I don’t get tired. Send any lazy person who needs motivation my way; I will teach them the meaning of hard, honest work.”

(Balanbale)

“Qoryo soo jaraa ama gura, kadib magaaladda geeya oo runti igu qaadato saacado badan. Dabadeedna waan iibiya, runti kama daalo. Qolooyinkiina ee caajiska ku badan, hadaad dhiirogelin rabtin, aniga macalimad ii noqon kara ee ii imaada. Waan idin baraya micnaha ee leedahay shaqada adag ee xalaasha ah.”

(Balanbale)