question limit thingy
There’s a question limit? How many a day? I’ve never reached it, but I don’t send very many.
You know Lyra, after reading so much about your life, I just want to hug you and keep you close. You will always be somebody who I'll talk to, somebody who I'll admire, and somebody who I'll call a friend.
I want to believe this.
I really want to believe this
So I am. There’s no reason why anyone will ever know everything, so no reason why anypony should ever think too much less of me, right?
Thank you. Thank you very much.
she doesn’t ever draw anymore
She drew something today! It was an animation!
Edit: Also, why did you submit this?
Okay, so, I have a recording to post for my thousandth post, but I can’t post it until after midnight.
So it’ll just have to be in recognition of my thousandth post, but it won’t actually be my thousandth post.
Edit: Also, it’s not much. So don’t wait and expect it to be something huge. I threw it together today after I started feeling better.
Minus the cigarette, that happened a lo~ng time ago.
Did it happen at 4 a.m., and was there chocolate pudding?
who else should I follow?
Ooc: fusionanswers, one of my other blogs.
Her:
You should follow me, cause I will rock your world.
Why aren’t you following Gilda?
Oh Dear, Didn’t Stick To Your 2 Drink Limit Last Night?
Had six. Anything to stop the memories.
I see. You've had to live a hard life, and he's too much of an idealist to understand that bits don't grow on trees. This explains a lot, really.
Zach, try to not to pry too hard, okay?
And what was the issue with his daughter? Was she equally obnoxious to you?
Zach, try to not to pry too hard, okay?
And what was the issue with his daughter? Was she equally obnoxious to you?
I don’t have anything against her. But if I get involved with her life, then Type’s going to get involved in mine.
More importantly, she doesn’t need me. There’s nothing I can do to help her. Her parents were murdered in front of her; she needs a trained foal psychologist before she develops a mental condition.
Must all artists suffer for their work?
AnonymousApparently…
I’m hungover right now. The monitor is so bright it hurts and the sound of my own lyre reverberates in my head so hard it makes me want to puke…
Earlier today I was trying to figure out what the problem was between you and Typewriter. I've gotten his side of the story. According to him, you disagreed with his opinions (which he admitted were flawed at the time) and insulted his daughter who idolized you simply because she was related to him. This led to him deciding that he'd kill you if he ever caught you near his home. I talked him out of this. He now wants a second chance.
Now that I have his side of the story, what's yours?
Now that I have his side of the story, what's yours?
He threatened me, my friend. He’s got this superior bullcrap attitude. Noble morality spewing garbage. Ponies like him! They were the ones I had to look out for when I was stealing bread or apples just to eat!
But he choose to be mister save-the-day warrior! Became rich as hay too! Could trot through life without a care in Equestria! I didn’t want that! I actively avoided it as best I could! Didn’t help. Wasn’t enough. Barely made it out at all, and far from well.
And where am I?! For all the running and beatings and stabbings and stealing to survive and… Oh God… That poor girl… She… She begged… and I couldn’t do anything…
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I’m sure you’re trying to help. But this isn’t something a motivational speech is going to solve. I don’t have a studio backing me up. And for all the help I’ve been getting, I can’t afford to pay anypony because I’m not getting any money.
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If You’re Really That Worried About Your Career I Could Always Use Some Live Music When I’m Performing With The GildaBolts. We Don’t Perform That Often But I’d Pay you Good And You’d Get To Play A Big Crowd.
I appreciate it Gilda, but that’s not stable. That’s whenever you get a job. If I don’t have some steady income… I’m a month behind on my half of the cost of living with Bon-Bon…
And why won’t this stupid bottle open?!
Great… Now I dented the edge of my computer desk. Computer desk that doesn’t even belong to me! I swear to God…
I Still Don’t Think It Was That Bad. You’re Way Too Hard On Yourself Dude.
Ponies don’t pay to listen to not bad…
… I just want a stable career…
I just want…. another f-… freakin’ drink!
