didnt think id b back here but life finds a way

She/Her

Dreams are what you make of them. Either terrible or fantastic.

Rarity, a splendid art | pronouns

Cars are still parked outside. If the rapture had happened, why was it unrecognizable? Why was the sky blue? Why did no one tell me? Do these things not announce themselves?

Call me Ashley, She/Her. My Twitter, Mastodon, & Ko-fi.

Male. Los Angeles, California. Hmm. I have a WPM of 65. Meh. Occasionally arts. Lord of Dorkness's #1 fan. User #26976. inb4 Crossover

When I look into the future, I see failure.

Words have been written. Some of them by me. Those are here. Probably.

It's hippy bullshit, but it's true!

Hatch opens, stark light

Hey! I have a podcast about Gundams and stuff!

And I'll always find you, again and again/And I'll love every version of you/And you're never truly gone/As long as a part of you in me lives on.

Some trust in chariots and some in horses.

I'm an old sourpuss.

Caw caw?

Quoth the raven: "CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW CAW" (Patreon)

Love makes ghosts of us all.

Intelligence is a weapon, not a virtue

"Tim, you're just so nice nobody could hate you. We all are secretly in love with you." ~bats

Perfect has seven letters and so does meeeeee. Ko-fi|Patreon