yup that’s right.
Not sure that it matters at this point, if I walked away from the situation, it was probably the best thing for me. Really nothing else to say about it. I’m simply trying to be neutral these days.
Since when you do you get on Tumblr?
No clue when I got this, but I get on Tumblr at least once a day to remind myself why I hate the rest of the world.
Fairy tales and Fables seldom have happy endings. You are no longer in the Dreaming, and reality will catch you faster than you can imagine. So sleep, little Dreamer, and find your smiles there.
I’m leaving tumblr for the most part, I’ve started a blogger elsewhere. I will still answer questions on here, but if you want to look me up for real, here is the address: trickydickydreams.blogspot.com.
It’s been fun guys.
End transmission.
Nada: Will you remember me, do you think?
Dream: I will always care for you, Nada
Nada: But will I know that Kai’ckul Dreamlord? Will I still remember that you care?
Dream: No, but I shall know Nada, I shall know. You will always be welcome in the Dreaming, whatsoever body you wear. Fare well. And I will not forget you, Nada…live a good life.
| — | The Sandman Series, Seasons of Mist |
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This girls tumblr is better than sex, and believe you me, I’ve had some pretty awesome sex. Check this out!
How far are you willing to go to achieve whatever you aspire to? Are you willing to dig through the darker parts of life to come out, on the other end, successful in your endeavors?
The answer to this is simple, yes, yes I am. I have a lot of ugly dark stuff I’m wading through as is. I’m not afraid of a bit more.
By the way, if any of you liked my first short story, I’m working on one about The Devil. I hope to have it up in the next couple of the weeks.
End transmission.
Why Do You Drink? Are you the poet or the one drinking because you're not?
Been watching Arthur, have we? Good question, I suppose. Not entirely sure how to answer it. I drink because I want to, because I enjoy getting drunk sometimes, and just letting go of everything. I drink because I’m 21, and I feel it’s something I should be doing. I should be a social drinker. I never drink alone. I actually hate writing while I’m drinking, because even when I come up with good ideas, I can’t explain them very well. I have often had to puzzle over a story idea that drunk me had come up with the night before. It’s like having a second personality, one that doesn’t make much sense, and it always shows up when you don’t want to. When I get black out drunk I say rather odd things, pulling from vast stores of mythological knowledge, making references left and right to dead religions. It can be rather creepy to watch, and I don’t like being at that point. So I don’t like my drinking to be involved with anything creative I do at all. Unless it’s creating a story from something I did drunk. Not writing while under the influence.
Also, I don’t write poetry because I think I’m poetic. I honestly think I suck at poetry. I write it because it helps me get some of my thoughts out in a unique way.
