"If I had a wild old mare, slowly take me where she does/ I would reach the end of there, to look up where I was"
Oh, I've got blood on my hands. Whose is it, mine or yours? They're all me and I'm nobody. But who are you, and where'd the rest of me go?
Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
I like long walks on the beach, leaving intentional errors in my writing, and dropping moons on things. What else do you want to know?
“Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, only exhuberance.” ~Anne Sexton
Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.
TD writes and reviews pony fanfiction, and has a serious RariJack addiction. Send help and/or ponies.
Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
A man who doesn't write half of his stories half as often as he should like, and writes less than half of them half as well as they deserve.
I wrote some stories for you. I hope you enjoy them.
Fanfiction masochist. :B She/they https://ko-fi.com/presentperfect
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You know you're chiller and you're flipper and you're hipper than that. So face your demon, stop screamin', and pummel it flat! | Soon™
Are you ready, kids? Also a thingy so my pizza funds don't run out anytime soon.
I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.
Hello. I enjoy writing a story sometimes and sometimes colorful equines.
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.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.
There are no copies, only recreations and reimaginings.
Every time you read one of my stories, an orphan is allowed to be happy. Do it for the orphans.
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies