Shout Out To My 7th Grade Reading Teacher Who Was The First Person To Ever Encourage My Creative Writing.
Shout out to my 7th grade reading teacher who was the first person to ever encourage my creative writing. He took one look at a kid who was struggling to find a way to communicate how much they were suffering, took a look at a mess of a short story they'd written in an attempt to convey all their big heavy feelings, and fully embraced them.
I constantly talked to him about writing and how to get better. I showed him everything I wrote. Sometimes, it was so I could have critiques. Sometimes, it was just so someone would tell me I'd done a good job. I needed that. He gave me a healthy goal to work towards.
I wish he hadn't just been a long-term sub. I wish I could have told him that I go by something different now. I think he'd really like what I'm writing these days.
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You're so strong, and I will never shut up about how much I love this community. Stay together.
Don't kill yourself.
Stay alive out of spite. Don't let them kill you.
Stay alive out of defiance. Don't let them kill you.
Stay alive out of rebellion. Don't let them kill you.
We've endured Hell before. We've endured the orange Hell before. We've endured fascism before.
We will continue to endure.
Please, do not kill yourself.
Out live his rule.
Out live him.
Protest.
Rebel.
Stay alive.
Please. Don't let them kill you.
A little late but here's a dumb meme I made for the fourth I thought yall would enjoy
One thing I can never forgive someone for is hating on nervous wreck Travis Miles. Oh, you think he's annoying? You don't like how he rambles and screams every other song? TOO BAD! That's my boy. And he's so right for screaming. I, too, am screaming at everything going on around me in fallout 4. Shits crazy.
I love you, nervous Travis, you and your little radio trailer.
Me when I am offputting and peculiar to strangers (they stood too close to me and I got nervous)
sorry for barking at you, it’s the trauma
I would really like to play fetch rn. Maybe at the beach. Idk throw me a stick. I’m just a dog
There's something really cool yet weird about having friends who really like your stories and characters. Like, for example, my brother has a cute fox plush he lovingly named Reaper after my eldritch horror of a character. And while that's super freaking cool, it's also crazy to think about. Like a tiny private fandom. My stories live in my brain, but sometimes these two random people think about them, and I go a little insane.
The horrors are too soul destroying and harrowing to shit post about. I need to etch them into the sides of his urn, I need his ghost hanging over my shoulder, tellin' me, "Go get em son."
I need him to howl at the moon with me or some shit.
Images that make me think of home.
New tail :3
My girlfriend got it and the bells for me. I love it.
I really like making masks and realized I never really showed any of them. This is my main personal mask of my dog theriotype :D
The eyes glow in the dark >:]
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