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You know, stars are a lot like fragments of memories far, far away, just like these, right here.

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O N L Y T H E S T A R S N O W

They/them She/her

Your local space cargo, salvage, and tabletop junkie, wants to continue writing and creating.

A haunting image.

Wishlist top 15 is updated often

I no longer trade, I could care less about your items, money, or scam sites. If your persona includes any of these sites names in it, you will be instantly ignored. I don't care if you love the site, you shouldn't have to be a walking billboard.


By adding me, you agree that I may not message first a lot of the time, I got NPC energy, so poke at me every once inna while and ill get to you asap if i don't respond immediately.

Please note: if you do remove me, I'm not chasing after you


2/6/2018
Glory to Mankind.

Random whateverquoteifeellikeatthetime:

"forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage"



I enjoy things, people are nice to have around.





Memories and stories are the same thing.

No matter how bad something is, understand that at the end of the day we're probably wrong, and that's the only answer we get. Learn for your future.















































































When you come to consciousness amidst a waltz during a masquerade where the dances are specifically timed, rules of this waltz changing, it started as something easy to get into, only for that comfort of it to be slowly taken away as you're told how to dance. More and more, the rules, the privacy, what became your life became more orchestrated.

You fear screwing up during it, so you follow the rules as best as you can, you look toward the door.

The door you arrived in was bricked up while you were distracted. You move your gaze to the throne on stage, one you remember holding power and control over the entire party, but it turned out, it was just a frail figure naked, from a bygone era with their finger, still close to a button, still barking new commands.

The façade of the masquerade fades, but you continue to follow the dance, with knowledge of the open fields that are outside of that door that was bricked up, and you understand, all of the party guests can get back there, without their masks, and we can all go back to making a better tomorrow.































































































































































"People have many different ways of thinking. Even if a mistake is made, as long as a person realizes their mistake, it's possible to make it right again, and if you keep your vision clear you will see the future. This is what one must realize..."

-Vash The Stampede













































































































































You took time to look at my profile, Sometime soon there will be a culmination of writings linked here.
I hope you see them... and I hope I don't take too long to make them.

Stay safe out there.