I've got a new deviantART account. If you find it, cool, if you don't, oh well.


2669-BIn the early hours, when he is still asleep, she begins counting the tiny black and white tiles plastered to the ceiling of their flat. Some are chipped, some are covered by a layer of dust, and some are not tiles at all, but cockroaches in disguise. By 143 he has stretched his arms and kissed her neck, by 206 he has tied his shoes and lit a cigarette, and by 262 he's always gone. She knows that the smell of coffee will dissipate by 329 and that if she can bother getting out of bed to call her worried mom for once, or even just go to the damn bathroom, he will be back by 2338.2669-B
If she counts slowly.
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So
DETAILS: [link]
Basically, I have two mare OCs that are feeling pretty lonely, so please view my journal for the references to the mares and start designing stallions for each of the mares,
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"The world is but a canvas to the imagination."
~Henry David Thoreau
Thanks goes out to
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I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too and aren't scared to admit it, then copy and paste this in your signature.
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~Toby
"We have met before. We kissed good bye. We departed. We meet again. But the re-adjustement is difficult. Bear with me, I am just passing through" - Lias
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"I would suggest that it's not the medium, but the quality of perception and expression, that determines the significance of art. But what would a cartoonist know?" --Bill Watterson
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The train of thought takes many twists and turns, and may sometimes come off the track entirely.
LJ: [link]
Writing Account: ~adelian
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