I’ve been called inconsistent many times. But honestly, there isn’t a person alive who hasn’t contradicted themselves over time. A person has to grow, after all. We often mistake consistency for standing still, but remaining exactly the same forever simply means you’ve stopped evolving. Auguste Comte , the father of Positivism, theorized the " Law of three » Continue Reading
while looking through my old messages and thinking.. i realized i missed writing insane amounts of paragraphs, coming up with characters, and trying to integrate my character into a group of other ocs with really eclectic features. have you ever done a roleplay where there's a bloons td monkey, a madness combat grunt, and a limbus company character all interacting in the same universe? i thi » Continue Reading
Writing around five in the morning after drowning in studies and articles about business and thought I’d share an idea that came to mind. If I am being honest, this had been lingering at the back of my head for as long as I could remember or upon tracing back, since the time I ever involved myself into people romantically. No matter how strong your foundations are, how you sit on your very throne ... » Continue Reading
[Anything Blue is referring to only Fritz//anything Purple is 079] It was boring walking around the facility. Even with the lingering fear of getting seen and caught by foundation staff, it was boring. Fritz wandered through the halls alone again, looking for a specific » Continue Reading
Sections: Class Exercise That Inspired Me Why I'm Doing This The Practice and Examples Class Exercise That Inspired Me I needed some jumpy nonsensical body text for an experimental collage I wanted to do, but I didn't wanna go scouring » Continue Reading
while you tap away your fingers thump in an all agonizing pace you hear your favourite song blaring loud gotta see what you're missing then somewhere, in a nook, i rest my feet wash them away in the wind look away then look back again in seconds, minutes, or years just like your hair it doesn't matter what i see i never make up my mind sometimes too early or too late i know you want the attention » Continue Reading
I remember that little boy, bruised reed of a boy. Crying even though he was left for dead, as he weeps and pours his heart out yelping for his mother to save him and love him only soon for him to realize that he is unwanted. He grew up in a house that wasn't a home, each day feeling nothing but fear with tears. » Continue Reading