You were fated to be more than my motherfuckin' leader, Karkat.
[Hey, he knows serendipity when he experiences it, okay.
He reaches up to touch Karkat's face, brushing away some of his hair.]
And I ain't want a better life, I fuckin' like this one. I know it isn't perfect, and shit, there is a whole lot of motherfucker shit I wish what didn't all go down, what I fuckin' pray for could all be changing, but we know that ain't all gonna be happening. If wishing for shit or praying all did like to change stuff like that, us motherfuckers would fuckin' know. And I ain't all like telling you to fuckin' forget about that stuff what went down. I wouldn't ever all be telling you that. We gotta fuckin' remember what shit we fucked turnways, cause else we does all keep to be making the same motherfuckin' mistakes. But like there is to be remembering shit and there is...
[He falls quiet with a somewhat confused expression, groping for the right word. Dwelling, maybe, but even that doesn't sound heavy enough. Words are hard.]
I mean like... you get baking pies, yeah? You got yourself a fuckin' list of all the stuff you gotta put in there to get you the pimpest of fuckin' pastry miracles. But you fuck up. Maybe you all didn't read shit right, or maybe you just weren't all in the possession being of having the right stuff, or maybe you all did like to spend a bit too much time getting up in your wicked chill. [He grins a little here. Yeah, what sort of motherfucker could he be meaning by that.] Don't matter. Either way, that pie is fucked. But you can all sit there and fuckin' keep blaming you bad self for fuckin' up that fuckin' innocent pastry and you can't ever all bake another fuckin' slice again or you can get up off your nook, and try shit again. And you remember what shit you all did wrong before, and maybe you do all like to be setting yourself up some fuckin' noise to be keeping you from getting way too chill again, and then maybe the next pie you all make will be better.
[god, he is getting hungry.]
And you know... sometimes that pie you fucking went and fucked up? Sometimes that pie is still real good. Even if it ain't what it is supposed to be like, it's still good. You're kinda like that, I'm thinking.
[Yes, Karkat, revel. You are like a slightly burned pie with the wonky crust and uneven filling. I hope that in this moment you feel the love. Feel it.]
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[Hey, he knows serendipity when he experiences it, okay.
He reaches up to touch Karkat's face, brushing away some of his hair.]
And I ain't want a better life, I fuckin' like this one. I know it isn't perfect, and shit, there is a whole lot of motherfucker shit I wish what didn't all go down, what I fuckin' pray for could all be changing, but we know that ain't all gonna be happening. If wishing for shit or praying all did like to change stuff like that, us motherfuckers would fuckin' know. And I ain't all like telling you to fuckin' forget about that stuff what went down. I wouldn't ever all be telling you that. We gotta fuckin' remember what shit we fucked turnways, cause else we does all keep to be making the same motherfuckin' mistakes. But like there is to be remembering shit and there is...
[He falls quiet with a somewhat confused expression, groping for the right word. Dwelling, maybe, but even that doesn't sound heavy enough. Words are hard.]
I mean like... you get baking pies, yeah? You got yourself a fuckin' list of all the stuff you gotta put in there to get you the pimpest of fuckin' pastry miracles. But you fuck up. Maybe you all didn't read shit right, or maybe you just weren't all in the possession being of having the right stuff, or maybe you all did like to spend a bit too much time getting up in your wicked chill. [He grins a little here. Yeah, what sort of motherfucker could he be meaning by that.] Don't matter. Either way, that pie is fucked. But you can all sit there and fuckin' keep blaming you bad self for fuckin' up that fuckin' innocent pastry and you can't ever all bake another fuckin' slice again or you can get up off your nook, and try shit again. And you remember what shit you all did wrong before, and maybe you do all like to be setting yourself up some fuckin' noise to be keeping you from getting way too chill again, and then maybe the next pie you all make will be better.
[god, he is getting hungry.]
And you know... sometimes that pie you fucking went and fucked up? Sometimes that pie is still real good. Even if it ain't what it is supposed to be like, it's still good. You're kinda like that, I'm thinking.
[Yes, Karkat, revel. You are like a slightly burned pie with the wonky crust and uneven filling. I hope that in this moment you feel the love. Feel it.]