It’s the end of September, and the new Smash Bros game is coming out, but all I care about is a convention. Woooooo.
Days until Nightmare Nights Dallas: 24
This is gonna be a looooooong month…
I see all of these nice things, and then reality slaps me in the face saying:
"You don’t have a way to pay for it, and even if you did, you wouldn’t be able to afford it"
And I’m just like:
As you lie there wilting away,
Slowly dying, thinking about your life.
You may think your life was a waste of space.
But I say that you’re lying to yourself.
You life influences at least one soul out there.
And that soul will carry on your message,
Touching other lost souls.
But as the last petals fall,
You’ll be remembered by the one lost soul,
And the other ones as well.
You changed their lives,
Is not a waste of space.
All of you, every single one of you,
You’re all special
You all have talent.
Always look ahead even if there’s absolutely nothing in front of you.
Don’t you ever
back away and think you’re useless.
Source: Examined Existence
The bow moves slowly across the strings
Then it speeds up, a string of notes emanating from the instrument
I maintain my composure
The audience below me watches in silent awe as the music crescendos
Then speeds up, and finally it slows,
Getting softer with every passing moment
As the performance draws to a close,
My eyes open slowly to look at the audience members.
When the song finally ends,
I stand, take a bow, and accept my applause.
Source: FiM Fiction, Apparently
The moon slowly rises over the horizon
The shadows of darkness slowly shroud us in its embrace
Most would feel tired,
But I alone stare at the moon and think
I keep thinking this as the Shadow of the Moon holds me in its grasp
A gentle grasp,
As if a mother was holding her child.
And for but a fleeting second,
I thought somebody was holding me.
Source: Prodigy my Soul
Here’s a fun glitch, just look at the picture and tell me what’s wrong.
Well? Can you figure it out?
Fantasies may not be a reality to others
But to you, my dear
Are your reality.
Make what you want from it
Grasp the fantasy
And make it come true.
Source: Knifeh-Cutie Mark Crusaders
I seemed to have followed a bunch of clop blogs in a trance. It was because of the art, I swear!
Y’know, I’m starting to run out of ideas of what to do here. Writer’s Block is real, man. I seriously need something to do. And I need money for commissions…I also need decent inspirations for poems as well…