my wife tells me I can bring joy to others

my wife says my words bring comfort

maybe I no longer believe the world is worth the risk of helping, because humans are fundamentally predatory.

so if the world fundamentally betrays you, what would make you want to share those things with them?

serious question. trolls and bullshit gets deleted and reported.

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(this didn't feel like a chapter proper but might end up one eventually. just getting it out so I can actually try to sleep myself )

The memories always returned. AJ didn't figure that was ever gonna go away. How could you forget family?

And yet, how could you survive remembering they were gone?

Some nights, though, she could stop herself. "It's just bad luck," and she lets herself stop.

Not tonight.

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Twilight sighed. "You do amazing work, Rarity. Even when you're just setting up beach chairs for the attempted relaxation."

"Well, darling, I can't take all the credit. The lovely little Supersprites handle so much for me, I can't help but owe them thanks."

Twilight shrugged. "Still, it's amazing. And to think they were a pest before."

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issues? as if, this lass has a feckin' subscription.

story ideas are terrifying and frequent lately. very unnerving.

for me.

Writer's block.

I hate those words because they're so damned meaningless when what truly blocks you is the world.

It's not even exactly the writer who feels like the problem. Can't write because of this person you know, or that one you knew. What if I express something some rando will gonna attack me over? Or send some fuckboy SWATter friends at me?

What if I'm gonna look like an absolute arsehole, or BE an asshole?

I hate indecision. Yet, I am indecisive to the point of hyperbole.

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dear "let's all just calm down" types: why are you all making anger political?

this isn't about politics. it's about human rights violations. human rights violations aren't pistachios or something, they're just bad period.

be against genocide as a human who could easily have their comforts ripped away, for all individuals are; they simply ignore it as long as possible. so count yourself lucky if you're just now figuring out the shit hit the fan.

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I promise this is not a bad post in the end, but it goes bad places a bit. And it's about non pone areas of the internets, so be warned. (And political shit is mentioned. I'm not looking for a "debate", debate, or even a conversation about it. I'm not even looking for feedback about the Nazis, and please don't start. If you start, I'll understand what weight to give your word: None. You don't know how to follow directions or honor simple requests. You will tell me you're either a human wasting

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I literally have a story on here that I can't remember the middle of unless I forget the beginning, and can't remember the end of until I forget the middle and beginning.

So, y'know, just another day in dis-association! Ha ha! Uncomfortably true.

...to visit a place I don't really come by any more.

It's like there was a whole other me here, and now it's less me?

I don't know how to describe it.

Well -- I did see a few things that poked a few old memories. Maybe I'll end up writing something new; stranger things have happened.

Stranger things have happened.

So, goofy time: This is a blogpost just about my ponysona, Cola Bubble Gum. I was thinking about her the other day and kind of fleshed out stuff that I 'knew' was true but hadn't really ever thought about, so I wanted to post it here. ^_^

(I know this is a weird update, but to hell with it, I'm a weirdo!)

Cola Bubble Gum has a big family, of a sort! Her mom Tutti Frutti Gum (a unicorn) had three colts before she married Cola's dad, so Cola grew up with three older (half) brothers:

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