Your bear-like hands would guide me
on a training-wheel-less bike
while holding me tight so I
would stay balanced long enough
to make it to the street’s end.
You nestled your cigarette
between your thin lips as you
cheered me on, hoping I would
make it by myself this time.
It would end like my other
attempts- a sudden crash, then
tears as big as blueberries
and your comforting bear arms
engulfing me, your baby.
New custom doll incoming
Date night
About to start making zines. Any tips?
Red Baron poem I wrote cause why tf not
I made a zine. I'm not done with it
(join the community) It was too long so yall gonna have to read the article. anyway heres a poem about how the writing community is the best community on gamejolt:
Happy Halloween :)
I'm making a battle jacket. I think I'm gonna put spikes on the cuffs.
Protested today. We ARE out here doing what we can do fight hate.
I've been found out y'all
They're Shaggy, too 
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