They say I went insane. Truth is I was always insane, I was just better at hiding it then.

I used to write horses with swords. Or horses with guns. Pick your poison.

I dreamt of a mare, blood black as sin, with a glare, much darker than that which churned within. And yet I swear, she wears a smile so thin, it shines in the dark a crescent flare, her wicked grin.

Corruption is what you make of it. Some consider it a sickness, others call it a curse, I call it my destiny.

It's not about winning, it's about making sure no one else has fun

ayy lmao

Sunset Shimmer is the best. Enough said.

Writing Comedy, Adventure and Slice Of Life. Desperately trying to keep up with all the crazy stories my brain comes up with.