"What is it, son?"
"I think... I think I see a Terra at the end of the tunnel..."
"No, son! You'll make it through this I promise! I'll take you back to daddy! Hang in there, son!"
"Mom... the Terra... she's beckoning..."
"NOOooo don't go towards the Terra! Stay with me!"
Well, yeah. :3 You just add to the awesome lovepile. xD Aren't you odd to begin with, dear-heart?
Of course! =D Hence my irresistible allure! And I have this theory that the 'bloids amplify my existing oddness by several hundred times. xD Particularly when it's going all fastish like it is now, meaning I can't do nested-quotes like I tend to and thus do not, in actual fact, think.
... Such oddness-amplifying is glorious. =D Everyone bouncing off each other until it's all YAY HAPPY SILLY YAY WE ARE ALL INGREDIENTS FOR SOME REASON YAY!
O! will you be staying Or will you be flying? Your ponies are straying! The daylight is dying!
To fly would be folly, To stay would be jolly
And listen and hark Till the end of the dark To our tune ha! ha!
"That's the worst... or the best... of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable... and succeeding... even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic." - Miss Lavendar, Anne of Green Gables