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Random announcement: I absolutely love full length skirts.

Like, I prefer them over any other type of lower body covering. They are so awesome and flowy and comfy and damn it I got a new skirt and I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow because then I have to wear slacks.

You Cannot Rest Here

cacklefrendly:

feelinranty:

meeplol:

Have you ever played a video game where you have to sleep to recover? They only let you do it if everything is safe. Otherwise they won’t let you sleep. You’ll get a message, saying “You cannot sleep now, there are monsters nearby.”

Now, remember the last time you just couldn’t get to sleep?

I do.

Don’t you fuckin do this to me

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Damn it.

specterbilis:

i dont want a boyfriend or girlfriend
i want a faithful dragon companion

my mind is cold

Numb and old,
It hears the world
Through blue crystal tones.
Under blanket, toes curled,
I can feel how the earth groans
In agony when it thinks
That Noone is listening.
I remind the earth of summer
Of beautiful nature
Hidden by ice-cap couture.
And with the words of time
Echoing in my mind
I fall to sleep
And forget it all.

With video games, I can deal with a lot of things, but when I meet an obstacle that effortlessly and repeatedly beats me, it’s not a fun game anymore.

Been playing Epiccraft, a crazy version of mine craft for a few days, and I’ve gotten to a point where anytime I try to do anything I die. Go outside to adventure? Die. Go digging for ores and such? Die. Lose everything I have worked so hard for every time, including stuff I cannot replace, I just feel so worn down by it, and my roommate’s response seems to be dissapointment that I’m giving up. Fuck him. Fuck anyone who thinks that playing a game should continue past it messing with your emotions, and no longer being fun.

Cosplay Jitters and Haircuts

nanashijones:

I did a Korra cosplay about two years ago. It was one of the first cosplay’s Tempest made for me and we agree (despite my nervousness of being white as a snowdrift) it came out super freakin’ good:

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I haven’t worn it since because I got a haircut:

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I like my hair like this and don’t plan…

I suppose I don't "need" someone to talk to, but still, how's your day going? Has it been satisfactory so far, Hope? I'm mainly just relaxing now that University assignments have been finished, so I'm doing well.

endarkculi:

hopeology:

Well, I just woke up so not much to go on.

Though I guess waking up to a roof over my head and with friends on speed dial is reason for joy.

I am thinking about going back to school, now that you mention it! An online fiction writing degree. It would be nice to have a piece of paper to back up my literary knowledge.

Well, that sounds interesting. I’ve never taken an online course myself, but I suppose you wouldn’t have to worry about travel arrangements, or spending a ton of money on non-digital textbooks.  If you pursue this path, I certainly wish you luck.

Thank you! Main reason is that my work isn’t a set schedule. It’s closer to “When a ticket comes in, go run the ticket.” so I can’t schedule a class for any specific time, I’ll eventually miss too many.

I suppose I don't "need" someone to talk to, but still, how's your day going? Has it been satisfactory so far, Hope? I'm mainly just relaxing now that University assignments have been finished, so I'm doing well.

Well, I just woke up so not much to go on.

Though I guess waking up to a roof over my head and with friends on speed dial is reason for joy.

I am thinking about going back to school, now that you mention it! An online fiction writing degree. It would be nice to have a piece of paper to back up my literary knowledge.

Feel free, anyone, to message me if you need someone to talk to.

I’ll reply sometime today.

Dim light

So early this morning, there’s nothing to fill the silence but the hum of breathing.

My own is ragged, torn, sheets trailing in the wind of a dream just past, fluttering.

I play a silly game among the hurricanes of emotion, which is worse?

The dream I had I swam through the air, sleek without care, a terror to beware…

I lost my own soul in the mountains so cold, I became the final drumbeat of a song so old…

Of death for a thousand slumbering.

I did not cry for them until I woke.

I did not think of their terror until I broke.

Over the thought, is this what it’s like to feel the lure of power?

And to love it so completely that all mercy fades to smoke.