space is a waste

My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"

Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.

I have no idea what I'm doing.

I type stories using my hands

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Just someone who loves a good MLP fanfiction

Give me an eternity, I'll give you an update!

Writer of stories!

That girl that writes things you may or may not read. TG stuff, probably. Avatar of my batpony Evening Script by baladeAdvent.

I try to tell the stories others tell better than me.

I swear every time I blink this site has fifteen new features. Six months isn't /that/ long a time to blink, is it?