"Well soul sight is... to try and simplify it, a bit of a weird ability I had picked up after spending quite a bit of time around our yveltal Teal, actually gifted is probably a better way to say. Anyway, it allows me to see the souls around me, just looks like a little ball of fire. Anyway, all souls have a color to them depending on their lineage and influences, more or less. Mortals, for example, have a blue colored soul while legends, like me and Meitra, have golden ones. Mythics, such as the lakes, the birds, and the golems, have bronze coloring. Then there are the agents and demigods both of which are colored purple. Then finally the Lost are white.”
Levas @ Phil: "Hey, you never know, you might have some other family members out there," given he had found both a sister and his parents in the wilds of the world, he knew a bit about it, "do you think they're out there? Another member of your family?"
The lucario sighs, looking up at the sky.
"I mean, I'd hope they're looking for me if they are. All I think about is my mom and dad or if there's any other family out there. One of my goals is to find them."
i just started reading trigun cause every jjk bl acct i follow on Twitter have become trigun fanatics and what the fuck do you mean these two are a rarepair as if this isn't a love confession i will make the content if i must
Eu ainda faço o mesmo lanche de queijo que a mãe de uma amiga do passado fazia pra nós duas aos 15 anos. Eu misturo canela em pó no meu café, porque uma pessoa que eu amei me ensinou a gostar do sabor. Eu dou aula segurando o giz, exatamente como uma professora muito querida que eu tive. Ainda uso esmalte branco porque uma amiga que eu considerava muito disse que a cor ficava linda em mim. Hoje não falo mais com essas pessoas, mas sou um mosaico de tudo que eu já amei.
It’s yet another dreary rainy day. I’m in Castel di Leva to pick up Sa. Had coffee at the bar, then went to the store to avoid being in the rain.
Now I’m in the car, across from a car port with a banged-up black Fiat Uno with the windshield missing and a pair of pink high heels sitting on the hood, as if put there for a purpose. Or as a sign? Like, honey, I’m back, left the shoes on the ride, come visit me upstairs.
I’m typing away on the touchpad, hitting the wrong letters sometimes. My fingers are too big. The phone keeps suggesting things.
Will have to write something using that feature. “Automatic writing.”