It's Easy Becoming A Writer's Muse,

where's the straw?

A tall ghoulish looking man with a green robe and strange symbols on his cheeks comes up to you and says "hey sexy. Drink this"

Would you?

hey wait, was mayor bourgeois the inspiration for that one lame american president?

“Jesus christ eat the goddamn mac and cheese.” scowls the hero “I can hear your stomach growling through your armor, you know.”

The villain blinks “You-”

“Are feeding you, yes. If all I wanted to do was punch people and throw criminals in jail, I would’ve become a vigilante. Heroism involves kindness, dipshit.”

i want to own a sword, just to own a sword

man i need a full face mask with cucumber slices on my eyes

A few tiny foxes wearing some of my favorite outfits – a little warm up I painted back in May.

frustration, a poem attempt by me

the sound of them around me was too loud. i told them to quiet but they only riot. i couldn't stand it i just wanted quiet.

i was tired and i wanted some quiet, because riot after riot left me silent. everyone was yelling out their cause and i thought it was stupid that they wouldn't change the laws.

what was this world doing, trying to ruin the flower just blooming. i turn my music louder to drown out the protests, because i just couldn't raise my voice with them.

i felt tears gather in my eyes...

because I wanted to rise.

this somehow hurts me and i have no idea how

Seriously pukicho you fascinate me, how do you function?

I wake up, want food, think think think, work, think, make post, eats, game time, then music, then I wake up, and I get some breakfast, and then I wake up.

and we grew up in ash and flame,

not fit for us,

but who was to save you and i

but us, ourselves.

how high is the probability i could pretend i don't exist AND have someone 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 it, i wonder