This morning is one of stirring my coffee with a knife.
It is incense and bare legs; bedhead and video calls with a close heart.
Yesterday, I played a game I secretly play to stay directly in the vein of the magic of life.
It lead me to the library.
The purple-haired woman handing me my books shyly asked "Are you an interpreter? I remember you from a few years ago...".
It surprised me to be recognized while masked.
I think I think I am more in disguise than I am.
I've been learning more about ACE and asexualities.
I've been being enamored with the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale.
The way he admires Aziraphale from behind his necessary sunglasses.
The way Aziraphale stutters and skitters around under his gaze.
Bad with a good streak; Good with a bad streak
It's one that I understand the most.
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(image: Flora and fauna, Brendan George Ko via nevver tumblr)
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