• Mood: distressed

so this may be a little different, yes

I don't know why, but it's weirdly appropriate I'm in my cubicle quietly weeping into my morning coffee about a ship of ships.

SCP 1522: Ships That Pass In The Night

...seriously, wtf Foundation, that was my heart that broke.

(READ THIS. SERIOUSLY. THEY SINK FOR EACH OTHER FUCK YOU SCP I NEED WHISKEY. THEY PLAYED WITH BABY WHALES AND CUDDLED.)

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