the three

that trio casually known for bullshit and that suddenly became a key part. those people you say whatever comes into your head, who listen to you talk about topics unknown to them but who do it because they see how passionate you are, who try to help you when you are in trouble and put up with you while scleri for an ex, to a book or for gamers. those people you want to hug whenever you don't need to, but you can't because they're not there with you. damn the distance to shit. why can't we teleport? it doesn't matter if we won't talk anymore, if the plans we are making fail or whatever. I will remember you as "those idiots I met on twitter and who made those years a little happier". we are the three whores, the mafia family, the mary code, 🍷kalvossi🍷, the bastard temptresses, the quario and it's us. ross touches that you look more serious, alice instead you finish those books. I love you. A year of us