Somedays, I sit, looking at the stars. I muse and wonder. I meditate and reflect. And I find the miracle in a new day of life. Especially since I swallowed so much glass the day before.
"Descriptive but creatively shallow and morally bankrupt."
Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.
>tfw you realise you're a generic white girl
I'm your friendly neighborhood riffer. Except when I'm not. I also write pony words and review them. I hope to serve.
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies
Just a big Man who's got a passion for Dragons. Don't gimme any Wyvern talk!
Be kind. For everyone you meet, life is a hard battle.
Before the change, I read over 25 million words. Yay me, I guess.