A deeper, rather terrifying analysis of Keyleth’s free-fall off the cliff… I’m no physicist, and I’m not saying that this is by any means perfect, but by my calculation Keyleth was in the air for about 8.42 seconds, and crashed into the rocks as a goldfish at about 125.5 miles per hour. o.o
I am the worst kind of romantic. I am the one who hopes you’ll be like an 80’s movie. Standing by window with a radio, throwing your fist up in the air knowing you got the girl, or waiting outside a chapel because my sister got married and you couldn’t wait to see me. I’m the one who sings old 2000 songs because well the ones now a days don’t even begin to describe how I feel. I want you to want me the way I want you. I want you to need me. I want you to crave my touch, my voice, my attention, because well how can you love me if that’s not what it is. I am a hopeless romantic. I can’t fix what I’ve become. I’m just damaged goods. Not even goods more like trash. And that’s all thanks to you. Thank you for taking over not just my mind but my body. Because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get away from you.