Hmm. If I can’t write a fic, I guess I can draw for a bit.
*hours later*

Pony blogger, actual cactus, artist, writer, computer scientist, and linguist. New Jersey / Pennsylvania | 21 | male, he/him/his | asexual hispanic | Cereus repandus, or Peruvian apple cactus
Hmm. If I can’t write a fic, I guess I can draw for a bit.
*hours later*

Working on that short story you’ve been dying to write more like


Yeah, there’s that.
But I prefer to not have breakdowns and suddenly feel like complete shit in a span of 10 minutes.
And I prefer to not expect any more.
Tonight is the worst I’ve felt all year.
Don’t use that Tumblrtone with me, young man. You should apologize with proper capitalization and punctuation.
CHIFLES (chee-fless)
Fried plantain crisps! Served with cancha (roasted corn/maize) They taste like potato chips, but are slightly sweet.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SO GOOD
THESE. THESE ARE THE SHIT.
I love this cycle of:
“Oh hey look at this reblogged opinion post. It’s pretty good. And I’ve seen this person before and said the same thing so I guess he/she’s pretty level headed.”
*scrolls down*
“Oh hey. A post about how the person above is completely ignorant fuckwad. Fantastic.”
(18°C)
Why?
mlp-alternate-scenario-series:
Alternate scene from Season 4: Episode 17 “Somepony to Watch Over Me”
listening to some upbeat music so i can fully enjoy the warm tempature (54 degrees feels amazing after constant snowstorms) while it lasts
i can’t wait for spring to come i’m sick of all of the cold
(Source: fisherpon)
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