REM, "Belong"
Her world collapsed on a Sunday morning
She got up from the kitchen table
Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio
Those creatures jumped the barricades
And have headed for the sea
She began to breathe
To breathe at the thought of such freedom
Stood and whispered to her child, belong
She held the child and whispered
With calm, calm, belong
"Never summon anything bigger than your head."
"Sorry dear, but that's exactly what we're aiming for this time."
#ooctheather
Oh hey, someone did Us: The Game for draconity again.
http://www.drivethrurpg.com/m/product/239511
The last time was Fireborn, I think? Like 14 years ago, so I guess it's time again.
mood (-)
Couple that with the fact that I have no idea where I'll be living in a year or how close it will be to everyone and... yeah. Not a good day. I mean, that's a far away worry, but I'm still getting anxious about it.
mood (-)
Not a good morning. One person in our team gave notice, which means we're down to two. Which means we'll be overworked, stressed, and the on-call rotation will be two weeks on, two weeks off... again. For at least three months plus however long it takes for them to actually hire somebody.
Fuck.
Rare coastal dragoness, often found by sunny sea cliffs. Nonbinary but fairly femme-leaning. If you're under 18 don't follow.