As The Shards Fall To The Floor, My Vision Begins To Blur. Blood Drips Down From Where My Head Hit The

So, I finally decided to get Tumblr.

I hope you're happy P.M. Seymour.

sometimes, the saddest stories are the ones never told.

yeah, i'm letting him out tomorrow. have fun.

syloboy can be a bit excitable around new people, so be warned.

YA KNOW WHAT

i'm gonna let him on.

spoiler alert: i am not syloboy. i simply use his name. but i'll let the real syloboy on in a while.

@the-arcade-doctor thanks for the motivation to make me choose this course of action.

Bone spaghetti.

a- another one???

okay uh, just finished writing down a quick synopsis of the wistful dreaming/chase manipulation arc

and detour finally has a potential chance to escape naochtren and give syloboy a piece of his mind after chase tried to kill his own dad.

ugh, too much lore...

fun fact about me: I don't usually classify my emotions as happy or sad; that's just to oversimplify what I feel.

my emotions are colors and shapes, with textures every once in a while. very rarely do they have tastes, though.

yes it gets very confusing. example: tried whole grain bread for the first time when I was around 13 years old and felt grey-ish lime green smooth almost non-euclidean trapezoid.

WE ONTO THE DREAMWALKER ERA BAYBEE (when i figure out that the fuck to do with it first)

based on some of the characters I've made, after looking a bit more closely... I may have a problem.

i may or may not be back temporarily because i may or may not have finished chapter 3 of my book and may or may not be taking a break for a while before continuing.