A brony who no longer has as much time on their hands as they would like/hope for. :/
Nothing says I miss you quite like war poetry carved in your door with a stanley knife.
The real villains were the friends we made along the way.
That girl that writes things you may or may not read. TG stuff, probably. Avatar of my batpony Evening Script by baladeAdvent.
My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"