Left Behind In The Sands Of Time...

The desperate desire to create vs the oh so constant sleepiness plaguing my every action

We are receiving unconfirmed reports that it is bedtime. Citizens are advised to get into their pajamas and remain on high alert

“One day I should just anonymously send this to Arthur, Vivi, my sisters, and everyone dabbling with time affairs at the unholy hour of three in the morning…”

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

Mutuals please be aware I am walking between your desks and dropping lolly pops and small cards in your cardboard mailboxes as I go around

“There is no amount of time reversal nor magic that could save its poor soul. Perhaps it is time to let it go…”

If you don't do the reblog part it's not very good as a study 😭

“If I tried, I’d probably just sink… Like a rock really, or any hope my inner gears had left about not rusting… haha?”

There is the sound of a branch falling from a tree. It is then followed by the pounding of four paws and a ferocious yip as a mulberry beast tackles it, picks it up, and trots off somewhere. There he goes, the goodest of boys.

There is the sound of a branch falling from a tree. It is then followed by the pounding of four paws and a ferocious yip as a mulberry beast tackles it, picks it up, and trots off somewhere. There he goes, the goodest of boys.

In honor of Mother’s Day, ask my muse anything you want to know about their mother!