TheReason
i saw a boy dressed up as a fox and i thought he was really cool but others thought he was a weirdo and a freak. so i did some research and i found out that furries are one big happy family which welcome all new furries into them.
Not sure what to say. Poem
For i can not be shatter. beyond what you think. i will flex and bend to the problems ahead. i will not let them break me. believe this of me. what can i say what can i do. i see you standing there across the way. can i control my self.
Canine Case episode 1
i feel extremely sorry for you. i wish i could do something about this...." killer felt her heart getting warmer than it usually was. she never really socially interacted to somebody like this before.
Scarlet - Chapter 3
Xd i need to fix this damn thing.
Music review - I swear I saw your mouth move by I've made too much pasta
One day, i accidentally happened upon a clip of scurrow playing a cover of "aeroplane over the sea" by "neutral milk hotel". i found it strangely pleasant. i looked into the artist, discovering his album "i swear i saw your mouth move".
Not A Chapter!
i know i sound like i get a lot and want a lot, but that is not true at all, i just had big expectations about impossible love.
Sexist Windows
i really do wish i could tell you what this is about. but i really don't have any clue. comments appreciated. it's really okay if you don't have any though. copyrighted to me, please don't steal.
A few random updates!
With it's mystical stylus i plan to attempt to post some art pieces... though i can't guarantee their value.
darkness within
It is too late now as for im dead....people crying but i know its a buch of lies....maybe when they are truely sorry i might come back but i know it will never happen.....to this day i am no longer who i am but now just a figment of a memory
There was no time
For those that keep spinning their yarn but it keeps getting frayed i spun the thread into a ball i tugged the yarn to keep it taut i call a friend, "want to hang out?" they say "sorry, but i cannot!"
leave me be. poem
i don't half to take your criticism. because your hypocrisy is bigger than the usa. you just drive me to the brink to where i want to brake your face. if you can't handle this fate then change it your way.
too much time on my hands.txt
Sleepless night endless days still the sands of time pour slowly to taunt my weary mind the sun shines the others rest i have yet a small solace to find not long ago i had little time to myself now i drown in the new over abundance the beauty