Designed Out Spite

Recently, a close friend lost their dog.

Her name was ‘Too Many’, as she was the stray and her addition to the family officially meant they had too many dogs.

I wrote a poem for her

Poem for Too Many, A Good Dog.

I’m a good dog

I will take myself

Out into the woods

To lay my head down softly

Don’t yell for me

This time I can’t come

The paper I originally scribbled it down on.

And a picture of Too Many.

God, I love a good lamp.

“Because no one will answer”

Lost photo album

Found this photo album in a thrift store. These people look like they had a sick as hell Halloween party.

Sad to see it in a thrift store. The photos were really beautiful.

You ever have a moment where you think, ‘yea there’s a poem here I just can’t grab it.’

Pictures from a bar.

One of the most nostalgic shows for me is My Little Pony.

And now that I’m an adult I can fulfill my oc dreams

could you make this easy for me

Another day, another playlist I post on tumblr.

Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.