Uh… Yeah. Ponyville is pretty nice.
Don’t know about calling it “up here”, though.
Uh… Yeah. Ponyville is pretty nice.
Don’t know about calling it “up here”, though.
Stop worshiping the ground I trot on and be happier yourself.
I want a friend, not a religious follower.
Sorry! After Sweetie and I left Boscov’s (after a delightful dinner) I popped on to Minecraft and ran into Scooc! We played for hours! Found an abandoned mineshaft, retrieved some melon seeds, fought hoards of poisonous spiders. It was a blast!
I’ll have to get to the messages tomorrow; I gotta get to bed. I have work in the morning!
Alright, Sweetie and I will be over in a jiffy!
You could stop raising me up on a pedestal and just see me as an equal.
I could just be your friend. I don’t need to be your hero, and certainly not your idol.
Also… Maybe watch your wording on that last sentence…
It’s alright.
That’s part of the reason I don’t talk about them.
You don’t have to admire me, you know.
I meant scars, but no pony wants to hear about those.
I cover them up with makeup.
I get enough creepy comments. Last thing I want to do is exacerbate things.
It is not, no.
You might be able to get some foals on-board with some temporary tattoos, if you can do that.
When I first woke up from my nap, I thought about possibly answering this.
Now that I’m awake, I know better.