The same old shiz.
(A dragon costume tf)
Every day I do the same thing. Wake up, go to school, go home, go to bed. Repeat. My friends help me get through the day well them and Day dreaming. It's the one thing I can do to escape this hell we call reality. I will admit that I am careless where I do it and will often zone out in class or boring conversations. I just want something to change in my life.
"back to the reality." I said to my self as I hit snooze on my alarm. The dial read six thirty. "I don't have to get to school for an hour at least it's Friday." I thought. I got out of bed and got dressed. I put on some jeans and my favorite sh
The same old shiz.
(A dragon costume tf)
Every day I do the same thing. Wake up, go to school, go home, go to bed. Repeat. My friends help me get through the day well them and Day dreaming. It's the one thing I can do to escape this hell we call reality. I will admit that I am careless where I do it and will often zone out in class or boring conversations. I just want something to change in my life.
"back to the reality." I said to my self as I hit snooze on my alarm. The dial read six thirty. "I don't have to get to school for an hour at least it's Friday." I thought. I got out of bed and got dressed. I put on some jeans and my favorite sh
A cursor blinked on the monitor around 4am. The room was completely dark, all except for the radiant, cold glow silhouetting a being, sitting in his chair. A clacking of typing and backspaces filled the room, reflecting with a metallic verberation as they echo off the countless cans of various caffeine laden soft-drinks that covered just about all available space. Meet Andy, or as he liked to go by his internet handle, "prophil". He was a solitary sort, often preferred the company of himself but, in truth, he sought more from life. Due to his social anxieties and reoccurring depressive states, he could never get along well with others fo
The Dragonsuit--Pt. 4 by dragon-architect, literature
Literature
The Dragonsuit--Pt. 4
Alex quickly made his way through the forest. Each sight, sound, and smell constantly redirected his senses. He could divide his attention among every single detail. He cocked his ears to either side, and he could hear every single individual bird and insect that made a noise. His nose picked up even the smallest traces of scents, and he could "see" the paths these scents paved. He could spot a cleverly disguised rattlesnake from what seemed to him as fifty feet away, and his paw pads felt every pebble and twig he stepped on sans the sensations of pain that particularly sharp stones would have caused him as a human.
Confident
update my idiot stepbrother ran up a $700 internet bill so i wont have internet at home for a long time. I will still be uploading weekend sketches so do not worry about that. 
So I bought a new PC!!! I busted ass to get this thing and the overly priced Microsoft office. Now I have decided to set do a sketch every weekend so yeah. ^.=.^
I have some bad news. By PC hard drive crashed and I can not retrieve any of the data. So I will have to postpone the pond of dreams. And no I did not backup my hard drive. Like a dumb ass I forgot to.