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You are SARAH and you are the MAID of HEART. You are in your TENTH SWEEP and you are a STUDENT of CREATIVE WRITING. Your STRIFE SPECIBUS is QUILLKIND, because as you know, the PEN is mightier than the SWORD. You use your WRITING POWERS in the name of PROSPIT.
You belong to many FANDOMS including HOMESTUCK, HARRY POTTER, and SUPERNATURAL. Your favorite books are of the YOUNG ADULT variety. You like DINOSAURS and CORGIS. You are a supporter of BODY POSITIVITY and SEX POSITIVITY. You really love TATTOOS especially of BIRDS and WORDS. That rhyming was UNINTENTIONAL but it PLEASES YOU ANYWAY. You love ALL OF YOUR FOLLOWERS and wish them a GOOD DAY.
Attempting to take photos to show off my new glasses.
HEYYYYYYYYYYYY SEXY LADAAAAAAY
After I said I had some leftover birthday cake for breakfast.
- Sarah: you should go beat your past self up for that cake
- Me: Sounds like a good idea.
- Me: Except for breaking asunder all of time and space.
- Sarah: yeah but cake
- Me: I CAN'T OPEN MY CHOCOLATE BAR
- Me: *PTERODACTYL SCREECH*
- Kaycee: GET THE CHAINSAW
We're trying to come up with a brotp phrase since Kayrah is taken
- Me: brotp: basket of pirates
- Kaycee: brotp: I wish I liked tea
- Kaycee: brotp: I find your bondage story adorable.
- Me: brotp: You're a terrible influence.
- Kaycee: brotp: because grammar.
- Kaycee: /just taking lines from our conversations
- Me: /good way to do it
- Kaycee: brotp: I want to bite it!
- Kaycee: brotp: I like nebulae
- Me: ...what are we
- Kaycee: Awesome.
In which Sarah and I talk about asses.
- Sarah: I have a hard time recognizing good and bad asses <_<;
- Sarah: I am always like, "Yep, that's a butt."
- Sarah: "Good for you, butt."
- Me: ...
- Me: This is going on Tumblr.
Banner art for quillkind, done on stipulation that I didn’t have to do graphic design, text shit, or complicated colors because I am a lazy fuck.
THIS CONTINUES TO MAKE ME RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY
- Me: a;lskghasg;lkhasg JARED LIKED THE BROTP STATUS
- Kaycee: WHO? WHY IS THIS IMPORTANT?
- Me: JARED. PROFESSOR OF HOTNESS.
- Kaycee: OH
- Kaycee: OOOOOOOH
- Kaycee: I like this one
- Me: He almost never likes my stuff and THAT is what he likes
- Me: This is what love feels like
- Kaycee: KEEP THIS ONE.
- Kaycee: MAKE BABIES WITH THIS ONE.
THE BROTP HAS SPOKEN
THE MURDER SPREEPOCALYPSE IS UPON US
THE HORSES SHALL GATHER
- Me: [copies in post about meeting a boy online only to find out he is a moth]
- Me: what WOULD you do
- Kaycee: I would squish him
- Me: Nooooo he worked so hard for your LOVE
- Kaycee: Lying bastard.
- Me: DID YOU EVER ASK HIM IF HE WAS HUMAN. DID YOU. MAYBE THE ISSUE OF SPECIES NEVER CAME UP.
- Kaycee: Well we would obviously would have talked about sex, and I have two rules about sex. 1. No bestiality or incest. 2. No fecal fetishes.
- Me: I would not squish him. I would let him sit on my head and we would have the most wonderful adventures. "Onward, moth!" I would say, and he would chitter, or whatever moths do.
