The new ATLA poster that I got, which is a map of all the places that Team Avatar went throughout the series.

The hilarious pictures that I find on my phone of my friends and family. Also the adorable ones of my cats.

The songs ‘All the Stars’ and ‘Good Days’ by SZA.

Looking at my overstuffed bookshelves and the cup my sister got me that says, “I have no shelf control” and feeling like I have a real library in my room and I've read every book in it (I am ignoring the fact that I definitely have not read every book in my library and the other fact that my TBR shelf is growing a bit too large for comfort).

The rain. I just love the rain. Everyone always gets mad at me when I look at the shining sun and hope for rain but I really love the rain.

Contradicting my previous statement, I also love the sun when it shines through my window. It makes me feel like i'm in a wheat field for some reason.

The netflix shows ‘Run On’ and ‘Carmen San Diego’, and the webtoon ‘The Red King’.

Tea. I feel like so many people would say that they love this because tea is amazing. I'm late to class almost every day because I only get a couple minutes of break between and I have to pee all the time. The result of drinking multiple cups of tea before my zooms. But I don't care. Tea is the bomb.

Rewatching past Olympic Games on YouTube. I often find myself watching running events and ice skating and I'm not sure why.

Going on runs (preferably in the rain). I'm supposed to run more than I do but when I get out, it's really nice. I feel better after I run (but only if I stretch).

Stickers. I have always loved stickers and I think I always will. I don't even put them anywhere, I just like having them. Out of everything that I could collect, I will probably start some sort of sticker collection. That sounds fun. I can never have too many stickers.

I like to believe everyone’s good in this world we call home. That even those who do bad things can’t be considered evil. But it’s harder and harder to keep that mindset as I learn more about humankind.

What if those people doing bad things really believe that they are good?

Who gets to tell them that they’re wrong?

Then I think, who gets to decide what’s good and what’s bad?

What’s wrong and what’s right?

...

What is evil?

The tail wiggled in his hand, thrashing about, trying to get loose.

“Almost there, buddy.” The man muttered.

The streets were dark, no one walking them but the man with the tail. Wind whispered through the trees and a white cat pranced into the road. It stopped and watched the man for a while, eyeing the tail clutched tightly in his fist. When the man reached the end of the block, the cat moved on.

The building on the corner was famous in these parts. Not for what was inside, but for what was outside it. Inside was a boring old corner store with a boring old man who sat there all day, ringing up candy and ice cream while he watched whatever game happened to be playing.

But outside was a whole different story. A mysterious someone whom no one had seen, came in the dead of night some months ago and left behind a sprawling mural. It was a dragon. It was a wolf. It was smoke. It was water and air. It was even fire. But tonight, tonight it was a cat, black and sleek, twisting around to see the space where its tail should have been.

The man stopped to face the cat on the wall and chuckled to himself. “Now how did this end up so far away from your behind?” He asked the cat, holding up the tail in his hand. It thrashed and squirmed harder than ever, almost jumping at the wall.

The man sighed through his smile. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Here you go.” And he reached up and stuck the tail right on the mural.

As soon as the tail touched the wall, the cat sprang to life, its tail reattached, looking good as new. The cat jumped right out of the mural, leaving a sprawling forest behind. A small mouse darted through the brush, then stilled, taking its place in the focus of the mural. The black cat stalked into the street and sat down right in the middle.

Then, out of thin air, walked the white cat. It trotted forwards and paused in front of the black cat. Their noses touched and they rubbed their heads against one another. Then, completely in sync, they turned and walked down the street, shoulder to shoulder, and disappeared.

If there was anyone on the street that night to look around and wonder what had happened, they would notice that the man was gone as well, as if he had never come, and the mouse in the mural looked as if it had been there always.