A man is driving home, thinking about beating his wife. Along the way, he passes a turtle. I am that turtle.
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
I swear every time I blink this site has fifteen new features. Six months isn't /that/ long a time to blink, is it?
Someone who needs to write far more than they currently do! x.x
Stories about ponies are stories about people.
My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"
I write pony words. Millions of them. Some people actually think they might be worth reading. I am very thankful for that. Also, I have a Patreon now?