WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
WHY DOES NOTHING FIT ME?
NOTHING FITS ME. retweeted
(The great creature is in the High Halls, gazing down at the dead audience.)
" My condolences, I came as quickly as I could. "
" Oh, my audience. Today is a sad day, a day of mourning. "
" Today, something in me has changed. "
W-what does it say here?... Can anybody help me descipher this? I-I don't understand t-this idiom... And I don't know if I should be scared...
NOTHING FITS ME. retweeted
“…Bugs of Pharloom, I humbly invite you all to a union between me and the glorious weaver known as Widow. We would appreciate all who wish to witness our marriage and union to one another.”
“..Sincerely… Atla. The weaver of time.”

























