Write, write, write!
they may have made you feel otherwise, but the light in your eye hasn't gone out
I've fought for so long to retain a sense of identity, only for you to throw it away.
knowing how to live my life, and knowing it well
The hypocritical society that we are a part of. Where does individuality start and stop?
A letter from a father to his daughter as she prepares to face the battles of the world.
Tried making something for the event thing. Maybe I'll get to actually participate this time. I really don't kno what timezone Commaful is following
You look at me and think you know my mind You extrapolate from the other men you've known
This is a villanelle written in bacchic tetrameter about the value of personal expression in the midst of social opposition.
A letter from a father to his little daughter as she prepares to face the battles of the world.
they may have made you feel otherwise, but the light in your eye hasn't gone out
I've fought for so long to retain a sense of identity, only for you to throw it away.
knowing how to live my life, and knowing it well
The hypocritical society that we are a part of. Where does individuality start and stop?
A letter from a father to his daughter as she prepares to face the battles of the world.
Tried making something for the event thing. Maybe I'll get to actually participate this time. I really don't kno what timezone Commaful is following
You look at me and think you know my mind You extrapolate from the other men you've known
This is a villanelle written in bacchic tetrameter about the value of personal expression in the midst of social opposition.
A letter from a father to his little daughter as she prepares to face the battles of the world.