It has become incredibly apparent to me that while I want to keep this website going, at the moment I barely have the energy to exist. I'm dealing with a delicate part of the healing process, one that I've realized is going to take forever unless
"Oooookay, chat! You all voted for Da'Kraa the Warlock to be able to bargain with his dark master for one casting of Thunder Step with the added ability to take two people with him instead of only one." Lord Sarcasmo, their DM, announced to the people
I've spent most of this week asleep. I think the CFS has come for me. See you next Monday? I think I should go back to bed, clearly I need it.
(I honestly wish I was kidding about that post title) ((WHOOPS, I scheduled this for the WRONG TIME! My bad!)) what it feels like to fit i wonder what it feels like to fit i have learned not to make myself smaller but i feel too much for this world
Hi, I'm sorry this post is late. I would like to claim I planned it this way but in reality, I fully forgot to post last night. However, I was going to have news this morning anyway, so I'm glad I'm writing it now.
Last Tuesday, I was supposed to weed more of the garden. I even got up and went outside to do so, but something felt... off. I am too familiar now with my brain saying "something ain't right" and then suddenly my left leg collapses or something
Believe it or not, the image on this post is where I plan to put my vegetable garden this year. I want to grow corn, beans, and squash again, also known as the three sisters. I've gotten to be very interested in companion gardening. I want to learn
writings
(Sorry this is late, I thought I uploaded this before bed last night but apparently the ADHD won. This is a prologue to something I've been mulling over for about two years now and just recently found the beginning. Enjoy!) He heaved, his arms and shoulders straining as
I had a seizure sometime early Friday morning. I went to bed on Thursday night feeling fine, when I woke up on Friday I had a horrific migraine. I get them usually on the left side of my head, but when they happen on the right side they're
earth's enduring echo
The taste and smell of his people's blood filled his gills and nostrils. It was strong enough to be nauseating. It wasn't unknown for them to cannibalize each other when the fisheries weren't doing well, but the extent of this made him feel ill,
ramblings
I'm very sorry about missing last week without notice. I meant to write something on Monday, which was naturally madness, so that didn't happen. As for why I didn't do something on Tuesday... or Thursday... It's a bit of a story. Let
writings
I am no longer accepting anymore shit By this, I do not mean I am no longer shitting My bowel movements may not be regular But believe me, I would much rather have them! I may not enjoy shitting But imagine if I had to carry All of that shit