I’ve had my run-ins with the cold before. There was a pretty big transition when going from moving aircraft, complete with artificial you-name-it, to above-mountain thin-air climate. Sore throats became the norm for a long time. I’d have to say sore throats would be my greatest fear. Can’t stand them, and they make it impossible to sing in the shower.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for you to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience composição literária letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say you had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and such while she and I were just jabbering away about where we came from, while you were standing there feeling like the alien of the conversation. And in all honesty, it was raining, it was cold. If I weren’t the type of grin at that I’d probably be upset too.
You’re doing a great job, with her, and in general. I know you, well all of us, are going to have knee-jerk reactions to whatever we regret in the past. I’ve lost my fair share of sleep on that. But if I am allowed the privilege, I would like to say how proud I am of you. You aren’t just a sister to her you know, and we know she’d agree. As for me, well even if being the target of whatever has you upset, well… let me explain it like this.
Whenever I’d smile, or, whenever I do smile I should say, or try not to, when you’re upset, I get mad at myself for not having enough self-control, but the reason I end up happy is because, as far as I’ve experienced, you’re always on a holy crusade. You aren’t just sitting around, and you don’t want to. I swear it’s like you’re shining and if I have to hear someone “nagging” in my head about whatever I did wrong and should fix, if that’s your voice, it sounds mais like… a… very, fast-paced rock song, but in a good way; the kind that isn’t all jaggety… jagged, but smooth and fluent; like that one you sang that one time, in front of everyone.
When we left to that city, trying to find her, and I mentioned all that was going on, you went on about how wrong it was and how something needs to be done about it.
When I was still living with my dad, we lived por moral absolutes. That was the whole reason for the mission; rule everyone because we know what’s best. If you were to ask what we disagreed with, I’d still have to agree with almost everything he did. Maybe we do know what’s best, or at the very least know what’s right, but I never wanted to force that on anyone. I’m sure if I were to get the mad doctor to inject me with something I could just keep getting power but… I’m not God, or A god anyway.
When I left there wasn’t really much support for my way of thinking. I was always kept as the work-hand. Go in, kill people, get out, seguinte mission. It took a long time to finally make it okay not to headshot people. Everything was about acceptance and not trying to dictate right or wrong. I got in a lot of trouble for speaking up about that sort of thing.
So as you might imagine…
as soon as you said those words I had half a mind to scoop you up right there in front of the enemy, and proclaim to whoever’s looking down just how beautiful that was. Whether or not I’d actually kiss you was kind of a hard one. I didn’t want to force it on you but it was a pretty big temptation.
But of course I tried to shrug it off and mover on, but maybe at one point, if you’re okay with it, I could have a segundo go?
I want to break down, tear down, any walls that might hold any hesitance between us, and her too… and that would include someone else but no matter how much I might want to, it’s your business and I’m going to let that be at your pace. I would like you to know though that if you never tell me, I won’t amor you any less. You don’t have to tell me for me to know that you trust me. It can hurt and I never want to make you feel like you aren’t being honest with me because you don’t want to open up a wound.
You know that things are going to escalate don’t you? All the different species and overloads and self-righteous has-beens are going to be clawing everywhere for power and control. You know what I’m looking progressivo, para a frente to though? The museum. After this is all over they’re going to make an entire room just to archive these letters and people are going to come from everywhere to read them. They’re going to look at these and see them as a sign of significance. They’ll say something like “This amazing person actually didn’t know the right respostas all the time?” and the guide will tell them “Oh she knew; she just didn’t always know how to put them into words because they were so unfathomably revolutionary and extraordinary, that the world wasn’t ready for them.” Then the people will say something like “But that doesn’t answer the question. Did she really have problems like this?” and the guide will calmly say “Oh yes, all the time. Quite often she was an emotional wreck, but if you look at volume AZZ, letter 3,232, or volume A, letter 2, the other amazing person says that’s the best part because it showed everyone she wasn’t willing to shut down her emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. She’s the rare kind of person who won’t sit still and won’t keep quiet, and the only time she does is when it’s someone else’s turn to grab the steering wheel, but she’ll be back to it soon enough.”
They might ask “What ever became of these amazingly good-looking, charming, and heroic people?” And so the guide will reply lastly “Oh, they’re probably in a cabine during the winter time, warming up por a fogo with colds full of sore throats, and loving not caring at all because they helped make everything good.”
Now, I’m pretty sure when you’re familiar with what comes seguinte when the cold is involved, but just to make sure, could you have someone open the door? I’m not doubt about to drop the hot-chocolate, noodle soup, popcorn, and movies.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for you to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience composição literária letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say you had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and such while she and I were just jabbering away about where we came from, while you were standing there feeling like the alien of the conversation. And in all honesty, it was raining, it was cold. If I weren’t the type of grin at that I’d probably be upset too.
You’re doing a great job, with her, and in general. I know you, well all of us, are going to have knee-jerk reactions to whatever we regret in the past. I’ve lost my fair share of sleep on that. But if I am allowed the privilege, I would like to say how proud I am of you. You aren’t just a sister to her you know, and we know she’d agree. As for me, well even if being the target of whatever has you upset, well… let me explain it like this.
Whenever I’d smile, or, whenever I do smile I should say, or try not to, when you’re upset, I get mad at myself for not having enough self-control, but the reason I end up happy is because, as far as I’ve experienced, you’re always on a holy crusade. You aren’t just sitting around, and you don’t want to. I swear it’s like you’re shining and if I have to hear someone “nagging” in my head about whatever I did wrong and should fix, if that’s your voice, it sounds mais like… a… very, fast-paced rock song, but in a good way; the kind that isn’t all jaggety… jagged, but smooth and fluent; like that one you sang that one time, in front of everyone.
When we left to that city, trying to find her, and I mentioned all that was going on, you went on about how wrong it was and how something needs to be done about it.
When I was still living with my dad, we lived por moral absolutes. That was the whole reason for the mission; rule everyone because we know what’s best. If you were to ask what we disagreed with, I’d still have to agree with almost everything he did. Maybe we do know what’s best, or at the very least know what’s right, but I never wanted to force that on anyone. I’m sure if I were to get the mad doctor to inject me with something I could just keep getting power but… I’m not God, or A god anyway.
When I left there wasn’t really much support for my way of thinking. I was always kept as the work-hand. Go in, kill people, get out, seguinte mission. It took a long time to finally make it okay not to headshot people. Everything was about acceptance and not trying to dictate right or wrong. I got in a lot of trouble for speaking up about that sort of thing.
So as you might imagine…
as soon as you said those words I had half a mind to scoop you up right there in front of the enemy, and proclaim to whoever’s looking down just how beautiful that was. Whether or not I’d actually kiss you was kind of a hard one. I didn’t want to force it on you but it was a pretty big temptation.
But of course I tried to shrug it off and mover on, but maybe at one point, if you’re okay with it, I could have a segundo go?
I want to break down, tear down, any walls that might hold any hesitance between us, and her too… and that would include someone else but no matter how much I might want to, it’s your business and I’m going to let that be at your pace. I would like you to know though that if you never tell me, I won’t amor you any less. You don’t have to tell me for me to know that you trust me. It can hurt and I never want to make you feel like you aren’t being honest with me because you don’t want to open up a wound.
You know that things are going to escalate don’t you? All the different species and overloads and self-righteous has-beens are going to be clawing everywhere for power and control. You know what I’m looking progressivo, para a frente to though? The museum. After this is all over they’re going to make an entire room just to archive these letters and people are going to come from everywhere to read them. They’re going to look at these and see them as a sign of significance. They’ll say something like “This amazing person actually didn’t know the right respostas all the time?” and the guide will tell them “Oh she knew; she just didn’t always know how to put them into words because they were so unfathomably revolutionary and extraordinary, that the world wasn’t ready for them.” Then the people will say something like “But that doesn’t answer the question. Did she really have problems like this?” and the guide will calmly say “Oh yes, all the time. Quite often she was an emotional wreck, but if you look at volume AZZ, letter 3,232, or volume A, letter 2, the other amazing person says that’s the best part because it showed everyone she wasn’t willing to shut down her emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. She’s the rare kind of person who won’t sit still and won’t keep quiet, and the only time she does is when it’s someone else’s turn to grab the steering wheel, but she’ll be back to it soon enough.”
They might ask “What ever became of these amazingly good-looking, charming, and heroic people?” And so the guide will reply lastly “Oh, they’re probably in a cabine during the winter time, warming up por a fogo with colds full of sore throats, and loving not caring at all because they helped make everything good.”
Now, I’m pretty sure when you’re familiar with what comes seguinte when the cold is involved, but just to make sure, could you have someone open the door? I’m not doubt about to drop the hot-chocolate, noodle soup, popcorn, and movies.
