Losing my mind, and proud of it!

The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.

I throw parties and everyone is invited to them. But please, leave your shoes at the door.

"You think you know me..."

I'm an avid reader and first time writer of pony fics with a love of clop! Purple horse is best <3

We are the collective consciousness of the Author Support group.

Twilight floated a second fritter up to her mouth when she realized the first was gone. “What is in these things?” “Mostly love. Love ‘n about three sticks of butter.”