Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.

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I write stories. One day, I'll be really, really good at it. One day.

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

time is a crime

A female brony with a love for FlutterDash and a passion for writing.

Writer, blogger, saucy chat mom, occasional bitch. Hablo español. She/her/ella.

Ah, the mighty bio box. So we meet again. You will rue the day you dared show your blank canvas around these parts! I will--wait, what do you mean you're already exhausted? Don't you dare run out of--