i never used to yearn or at least i never noticed it but now hoo boy! yearn central over here :/
c< cHeers 2 tHat, yearNiNg gets tHe best Of us >c
honestly i dont even remember... i associate it with karkat though so maybe he said it first?
SIGH. I'M NOT GOING TO DO YOU THE CONVENIENT DISSERVICE OF CALLING YOU JADE WHEN IT'S CLEAR THAT YOU HAVE A *THING* GOING ON, RIGHT NOW. BUT I *WILL* TELL YOU THAT IN MY UNIVERSE, JADE HARLEY IS AMONG THE ONLY HUMANS I CAN STAND FOR MORE THAN TWELVE SECONDS. MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE WHEN SHE ISN'T CHASING DOWN NUT CREATURES IN THE YARD, SHE'S USING HER FUCKING DEGREE IN NUCLEAR PHYSICS, OR SOMETHING. SHE'S MANAGED TO CONGEAL MORE THAN TWO SPONGE CELLS TOGETHER, EVEN IF THEY'RE ALL INFECTED WITH CANINE-ITIS. AND SO I'LL TRY AND GIVE YOU THE ADVICE THAT I WOULD GIVE TO HER, BECAUSE I GUESS IT'S WHAT I WOULD TRY TO DO IN THIS SITUATION. YEARNING IS JUST ANOTHER FEELING — ANOTHER CLOUDY SPURT OF INK FROM THE BLADDER OF THE BRACKISH TENTACLEBEAST THAT LIVES NESTLED IN THE BLACK, APHOTIC CAVERN INSIDE YOUR THORAX. YOUR BLOOD PUSHER WILL WAIT UNTIL YOUR RATIONAL SENSE'S GUARD IS DOWN, THEN VICIOUSLY GAROTTE IT FROM BEHIND THE BARS UNTIL IT CAN NAB THE KEYS. AND THEN IT WILL SHAKE YOU VICIOUSLY LIKE IT'S TRYING TO MAKE A STIFF-PEAKED MERENGUE OF YOUR SQUISHY EMOTIONAL PROTEIN NUCLEUS. BUT YOU ARE NOT THE PROTEIN NUCLEUS. YOU ARE NOT THE VISCOUS CLOUD OF INK. YOU ARE THE WATER. YOU ARE THE OCEAN. YOU ARE THE WHOLE FUCKING PIE. FEELINGS LIKE THIS, EVEN FEELINGS OF PUMPSTRING-TWISTING YEARNING, ARE JUST INFORMATION. JUST SIGNS, FLOATING LIKE CROWDS ACROSS THE NIGHT SKY. YOU CAN CHOOSE TO LOOK AT THEM, OR YOU CAN LET THEM PASS UNTIL IT ALL CLEARS AWAY. THE IMPORTANT FEELINGS WILL RETURN TO YOU AGAIN AND AGAIN, AND NOT JUST LATE AT LIGHT. HANG IN THERE, JADE. WOLF. FUCK. WHATEVER.
ok i believe you! dont really remember it honestly :P also!! the reason i said jade harley in the past tense was because while i do feel like jade sort of describes me, "harley" feels like a really distant memory and so i sort of use that to describe who i was before my empress if that makes sense?
DON'T PUSH IT. BUT YOU'RE WELCOME, JADE. I'M ALWAYS HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK.
I WON'T PRETEND TO CLAIM THAT I UNDERSTAND THE KIND OF WORLDVIEW-SHATTERING UPHEAVAL THAT YOU'VE GONE THROUGH. YOUR PERSONAL TIMELINE IS TURNING OUT TO BE, IN PLAIN, COMMON PARLANCE, A MAJOR FUCKING BUMMER. BUT I KNOW SOMETHING ABOUT FEELING LIKE THE MOMENTS THAT MADE YOU WHO YOU *THOUGHT* YOU WERE ALREADY HAPPENED, AND YOU'RE FURTHER AWAY FROM THAT POINT THAN YOU EVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE. I'VE WONDERED IF I'M "ANYONE'S" KARKAT, IN THE WAY THAT YOU HAD *YOUR* EMPRESS. IF I'M NOT "ANYONE'S" KARKAT, THEN MAYBE I'M "NO ONE'S" KARKAT. IT LEAVES ME WONDERING WHAT KIND OF "KARKAT" I REALLY AM. POINTLESS, SELF-FELLATING THOUGHTS TO BE HAVING AT UNGODLY HOURS OF THE LIGHT. CLOUDY SECRETIONS OF INK IN MY PART OF THE FUCKING OCEAN. IGNORE, IGNORE, IGNORE. BUT I HOPE YOU WORK IT OUT, JADE. OR WHOEVER YOU END UP BEING.