Splotches and Splatters

its-an-ear-hat-john:

_{When I was a young boy, we had a visitor. He said his spaceship just needed time to fix itself. So we waited with him. He didn’t tell me uss name, but he did tell stories of faraway places. Soon, his spaceship was fine and he promised he’d come back. He eventually did, but not until it was too late.}

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godsdragongirl:

letmartyhandlethis:

Making sense was never my division.

Preach it, Mori. 

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