I lived forever in a dream world. Oh, how happy I was when I came home with a bag of books! Now I could sit undisturbed behind my curtain, bent comfortably forward as I took out the books one by one and enjoyed them to my heart's content. The height of my aspirations was that a man of noble birth, perfect in both looks and manners, someone like the Shining Prince in The Tale of Genji, would visit me just once a year in the mountain village where he would have hidden me like Lady Ukifune. There I should live my lonely existence, gazing at the blossoms and the autumn leaves and the moon and the snow, and wait for an occasional splendid letter from him. This was all I wanted; and in time I came to believe that it would actually happen.
If I have a penny every time a woman with white hair and a voice so husky it can pull a dogsled doing the "yes sir your daughter will be home by 8pm" stance, I'd have two pennies, but it's funny it happened twice
it's funny how much of my Early Childhood Lore is just like... *autism symptom* *autism symptom* *autism symptom* *adhd symptom* *autism symptom*
me, age 21: hey so, uh, I think I might be autistic
my parents: don't be silly, you're perfectly Normal! anyway when you were little we thought you were going to be a ballerina because you loved walking around on your toes so much :)
not gonna lie, this dumb little store got me a bit
because the first time I walked in, there were no Pokemon, and I was wondering what the purpose of the pillows on the ground were. Turns out that they’re there because people dining with their Pokemon is such a common and well-accepted thing in this universe that every store makes accommodations for them by default.