I just wrote a post wherein Steph Zenima headbutted a Rodian to death, let's hope it shows no traces here. It's not exactly the place for it.
This thread has definitely made me question myself. Why can I write wasted messes of women in my sleep but when it gets a bit abstract in the realm of the lightside I drop my marbles everywhere and cry on the inside? Does this make me a bad person? Am I incapable of hope? Or am I just really blunt? Am I the spoon in a sea of knives? I am, aren't I?! Oh gosh! I'm the spoon! Oh the huge manatee!
It can't be so difficult, can it?
I mean, look, the bloomin' lights, the energies, the karfin' Force y'know? The flowy....mcflowy-flow (that's the official term). Was Evelynn Dorn truly terrible? Or was she being driven by the most obtuse spoon this side of the Atlantic.
The young woman inhaled, whether this really happened or it was a metaphysical breath was not up for debate, because people die when they don't breath. Don't be stupid. Exhale. Settle petal, because if we're both losing our excrement then this post will never end. I'm talking to my fictional character who I control. Is this real life?
It's difficult to influence the plight of others when your mind is a place of doubt and panic. That's why you breathe. Close your eyes. Breathe. Also piggybacking on the powers of Goddesses helps immensely. Hold on, you need to open your eyes again. Visualise. Okay, are you good? No, you'll never be good.
Just take the red, and make it blue. You are a calm, strong, possibly independent woman and you may be a spoon but you are a spoon that is trying. I BELIEVE IN YOU.
I BELIEVE IN THE YOU THAT BELIEVES IN ME.
This thread has definitely made me question myself. Why can I write wasted messes of women in my sleep but when it gets a bit abstract in the realm of the lightside I drop my marbles everywhere and cry on the inside? Does this make me a bad person? Am I incapable of hope? Or am I just really blunt? Am I the spoon in a sea of knives? I am, aren't I?! Oh gosh! I'm the spoon! Oh the huge manatee!
It can't be so difficult, can it?
I mean, look, the bloomin' lights, the energies, the karfin' Force y'know? The flowy....mcflowy-flow (that's the official term). Was Evelynn Dorn truly terrible? Or was she being driven by the most obtuse spoon this side of the Atlantic.
The young woman inhaled, whether this really happened or it was a metaphysical breath was not up for debate, because people die when they don't breath. Don't be stupid. Exhale. Settle petal, because if we're both losing our excrement then this post will never end. I'm talking to my fictional character who I control. Is this real life?
It's difficult to influence the plight of others when your mind is a place of doubt and panic. That's why you breathe. Close your eyes. Breathe. Also piggybacking on the powers of Goddesses helps immensely. Hold on, you need to open your eyes again. Visualise. Okay, are you good? No, you'll never be good.
Just take the red, and make it blue. You are a calm, strong, possibly independent woman and you may be a spoon but you are a spoon that is trying. I BELIEVE IN YOU.
I BELIEVE IN THE YOU THAT BELIEVES IN ME.