Oh Well Thats A Thing

oh well thats a thing

yu can be a wolf-eagle-tyranosaur

you can be a griffon

you can be tomas the tank engin. but you can't be a star

you can be a toaster

you can be pinkie pie

unless that star is still alive.

there goes having making one of my characters, maybe lived as a star. then again I guess I would be seeing my character as a type of elemental. which of course you could be a creature of water, and I don't mean an Undine.

a joke

how many fictional characters does it take to screw in a lightbulb?

as many as the writer writes them to do, because they are not real and need a creator to dictate their actions

horrible

self loating and season born misery and lost of  lostness of selfitude and withdrawls of mood stablelizing drugs

and i am so indesscriblbly miserable I hope this is not waht drunk feels like.

because wtf. why

and i just do not like myself always and hate it all. my head swims with the confussion and lack of knowing how to fix anything while doing it alone and having only people that might not be the best to do it

to fix me.

just shut up and buck up and do it and fly right and stand tall.

The moment I knew I would love 10

i want to see what it feels like to be a real bully or troll.

Maybe the reason people/beings get mixed up about their identities is that it’s sometimes difficult to tell the difference between what you identify as and what you identify with.

You can identify with lots of different things: plants, animals that you think are cool, elves, anything really....