[being rewritten for the 1938473th time]
If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitement in their written words.
Meeting Lloyd Garmadon changed her plans.
Suddenly, Y/n is l...
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there she goes there she goes again she calls my name, pulls my train no one else could heal my pain
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happy Valentine's Day i claim you all to be my valentines
Also quick note can y'all avoid posting spoilers in the comments because there are new people reading this and they're getting spoiled bskdkdjd or if you do, post a comment saying spoiler and then say what you want to in the reply thread. Thanks!!
TW: accidental harm (vehicle edition)
I was a person that liked learning things.
I craved knowledge like how a lap dog craved affection, or a cat craved independence. It was essential to my well-being and growth. It was the on the base in my hierarchy of needs. It was my jam-on-toast breakfasts in the mornings, my toothbrush and hair routine, it was just as much a necessity to me in the same way as food, air and water were.
I was curious to a fault, but naturally, there were still so many questions that mystified me, that eluded my grabby little hands and nose for knowledge. I couldn't know everything in the world and sometimes that just downright bothered me.
For example, if the universe is always expanding, then what kind of space is it expanding into? Did we invent math or discover it? Is it possible to know what it truly good and what is truly evil? Is the earth in itself, alive?
It was questions like those that would render me immobile and frustrated in my bed, staring at the ceiling as my brain ticked ever onwards and yet my weary body demanded sleep. It was what made me have all-nighters watching documentaries on YouTube about a single fact that'll never have any purpose in my life whatsoever; like that Dr. Seuss invented the word 'nerd.'
Dad once said that my imagination and thirst for knowledge was too active for me to handle, sometimes. It was too much, too big for my little-in-comparison body ever since I was a young girl, and it was chasing me straight into adulthood. I was inclined to believe him.
