baby dragons that haven’t learned how to breath fire yet and just stumble around blowing smoke and trying to look as intimidating as their parents. dragon children that can’t control their fire and nearly set the entire forest on fire whenever they sneeze. teenage dragons whose voices crack whenever they try to roar. elderly dragons who gather the children around to tell them stories and blow smoke rings for them. dragons.
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops