I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I’m not.
I’m just a curious speck that got caught up in orbit. Like a magnet it beckoned my metals toward it. Make my messes matter. Make this chaos count. Let every little fracture in me Shatter out loud.
- “Jupiter” by Sleeping at Last
A morning in the shack’s backyard. Or: Keith telling Shiro just how much he loves his white hair. Oh and by now I’m really entertaining the idea of making a post-voltron sheith zine with lots of cacti and the shack. Especially lots of cacti.










