look again at that dot. that’s here.  that’s home.  that’s us.

We’re coming with you. That was decided months ago- years, really.



I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself. I want to avoid becoming something too styled and too ‘done’ and too generic. You see people as they go through their career and they just become more and more like everyone else.

"You blew up the food?" she whispers.

"Every last bit," I say.


Go to sea (by tamami*)

Oh look, class! Miss Granger had done it!