And for everybodies information, I can sing, and I can sing quite well.
....welp, that's a difference between us.
I have literally broeekn people because I can go higher than most woman and lower than most men.
Wow.
Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
And for everybodies information, I can sing, and I can sing quite well.
....welp, that's a difference between us.
I have literally broeekn people because I can go higher than most woman and lower than most men.
Wow.
Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
And for everybodies information, I can sing, and I can sing quite well.
....welp, that's a difference between us.
I have literally broeekn people because I can go higher than most woman and lower than most men.
Wow.
Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
And for everybodies information, I can sing, and I can sing quite well.
....welp, that's a difference between us.
I have literally broeekn people because I can go higher than most woman and lower than most men.
Wow.
Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
And for everybodies information, I can sing, and I can sing quite well.
....welp, that's a difference between us.
I have literally broeekn people because I can go higher than most woman and lower than most men.
Wow.
Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
And for everybodies information, I can sing, and I can sing quite well.
....welp, that's a difference between us.
I have literally broeekn people because I can go higher than most woman and lower than most men.
Wow.
Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom. In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity. "One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!
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Doesn't mean that I can do that for very long, I'll just fail at singing at one point.
Standing there, a woman, wings on her back, outstretched as if about to fly, caught in the middle of a dance, with the music blaring in the background. A face of pure sincerity graced her face. The wings themselves were beautiful and terrible at the same time; the pain caused simply because they were there was evident by the tense muscles on her back, made out of silver metal, they reflected the faces of the thousands of people watching quietly, the beauty of it was evident by the awe on their faces. They stared and watched the scene of beauty, forgetting the hate of the world in the face of awe. And in the background stood the backdrop, a simple blue-pink-white colors, fading in between each color with sincere beauty, matching the color of her outfit to make it seem as if everything was beauty. Amidst all of the screens projecting her image, stand the words If only these wings could fly.
Wes
And the crowd cheers. They forget their worries, envelop themselves in the image. The wings, the sincerity of the moment, drags them down, down, down like a maelstrom.
In time, people come to accept things. It’s one of the fallacies of this world —that things take time. But, these people refuse to allow time to become an obstacle. They wish that the flag would extend forever, so that they could lose themselves in its eternity.
"One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure."
Tara
A great flame is what she is, ever strong, ever vast, ever wide. Drips may break her, but they will never break her down. She will stand strong, and spread; she will grow, even if people try to stamp her; 'cause she ain't just an passing flame, just a small spark; she will remain ever strong, never fully gone, 'cause you can't break her, 'cause even if you try, she'll be whole again, she'll grow again, she'll never fall down. You can't knock a cave wall down a hole, only hurt it and throw yourself down. So if you try to break her, just see, how far you've fallen, and you can't flee. Broken down, is what one shall be, if you break her down, you only will fall, until the day, you've lost your all. The world will scream her name, just you wait and see, as every star has her haters; that's just the fee.
Enjoy yourself.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Wowwwww…
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!Thank you.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
That’s really good. Gtg now.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!You have no idea how much that means to me.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Like, that’s incredible.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!Tana that's awesome!
Extended Signature: Here
Fun thread I found: DDB Memes
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
You is fine plz stop screaming
Extended Signature: Here
Fun thread I found: DDB Memes
THAT IS DEBATABLE!
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
NO BECAUSE I AM HERE TO TALK WITH YOU
I WILL MAKE IT FINE
Extended Signature: Here
Fun thread I found: DDB Memes
Golden, only once you understand what that text is, can you begin to understand what it means to me
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Well for one thing I found it pretty relatable
Extended Signature: Here
Fun thread I found: DDB Memes
Well for one that is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Write stuff like that or did you mean something else?
Extended Signature: Here
Fun thread I found: DDB Memes
Good question.
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh
Not writing.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Being an idol?
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!Depending.
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are anything other than he/him
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] + [roll]1d6[/roll] = [roll][roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Cool!
Hiya! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, flautist, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
Èist ri Arirang aig BTS!