I don't really have anything to write. So yeah.
Warhead-loving Pegasus, cheerful inventor, half-decent writer, aerospace hazard. Doorstoppers ahead.
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
coffee. desk. beat on repeat. and then i bang my head against the keyboard a lot, like don music from the muppets.
"Damnation is only a daydream away, but still, we carry on..." -Morbid Angel
This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com