ever since i was a wee egg i’ve been in love with the “Shattered World” type of fantasy worlds like theres floating islands in the huge blue sky and the people have adapted thru use of sweet lookin “probably shouldn’t be flying” flying ships and there’s settlements/old ruins/forgotten civilizations among the islands
• You shouldn’t be forced to do a public presentation if the feeling of being in the spotlight makes you feel like every wall is crushing in on you or every eye is staring into your soul.
• You shouldn’t be picked on because you speak quietly or softly. Not everyone likes to yell and not everyone likes to have everything they say be heard.
• You shouldn’t be called “creepy” or “weird” just because you like to sit by yourself or be independent and quiet, avoiding everyone around you sometimes.
• You shouldn’t be asked “why are you so quiet” or “why are you shy” because literally, why is the sky blue? Stupid question.
It’s a part of who we are, and we can’t help the way we feel. We shouldn’t be teased, made fun of, or stepped on because we’re quiet.
And sometimes the quietest ones are the ones who just wanna scream out sometimes, but we choose not to.
Because that’s just the way we are.
Don’t question it. Don’t make fun of it. Just accept it. 👐🏻
I know the sky is blue.
I don’t know why you could never tell me the truth.
I know the sun rises in the east.
I don’t know what makes her so much better than I could ever be.
I know the first the first 9 digits of Pi are 3.14159265.
I don’t know why you found it so easy to hurt me.
I know the square root of 2116 is 46.
I don’t know why you left.
I know Big Ben is 96 meters tall.
I don’t know why you couldn’t love me.
there are some things i know, and some things i dont want to
While people are arguing over romance-able characters, I’m more interested as to why there is blue sky in the fade, if Thedas is flat, what lies beyond Thedas, the origins of Qunari, etc. etc. If Bioware is good at one thing, it’s mystery and speculation…
The children were asking
a thousand questions about why
the sky was blue and grass was green
when suddenly their tongues
were stilled by an answer they
never saw. Now silence rings
in their place so loud a stone
can hear it in Arkansas.
So why not the men inside
the sky who only hear the roar
beneath their wings that rip
the clouds? Who believe the distance
is theirs for the way it turns
the heavens into a high of feeling
nothing at all? In which
they have everywhere to turn
as excellent pilots—really
superb—with nowhere to go.