I'd argue about the straight part!

ZYDRATE COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL

I'm so fucking nervous I can't feel anything anymore.

And it's happening right outside the house I grew up in. I don't know if it's still standing. I don't know if someone I know is dead.

I know I can't be blamed for living in another country because I've been away for years, but I've only just returned from home. Had I stayed a week longer, departed a week later, I'd have seen the bombing myself.

Him hugging me after I gifted him a copy of my book he helped me with is a core memory of mine😭
If only someone broke the rules and captured the moment😩

WILL I EVER GET A MOMENT OF PEACE IN THIS FUCKING LIFE

Didn't expect anyone but the instructor to watch anyone routinely spar, but that dude is an absolute bro.

😭😭😭😭

The one hour difference between the two tweets is sending me LMAO

Don't want to imagine what would've been the outcome if I didn't have a mask cover as well. At least my crappy gloves did their job when I caught a blade with my hand on an instinct (missing sword+dagger always😔)

I was only half-joking in my fic's notes saying I don't even have a recent picture for a tombstone, but the way this is heading, they'll have to put my high school yearbook photo on it since that was the last time I looked somewhat decent.