Ask the German mystics, I'm just a Sperg.
This one is a bit of a mishmash of beliefs, both worldly and otherworldly.
Everyone has their echo chamber, and it's okay to be tired of all of them.
A poem, about drawing strength from the self after selflessness.
We've all wanted to touch the sky, it's in our blood.
Clickbait. The answer is yes, we can.
Nothing great big, just thinking about spring. And being blessed with a good circle of friends.
Age gap and gender expectations. Be prepared for a Grandpa Simpson tier morality rant, the battlecry of the non-consentually irrelevant.
Stupid fun. A backstory for a Skyrim player character, for those who say Skyrim belongs to the Nords in the current year.
A frankenpost culled from the Pagang Community I thought warranted exposition. RĒTVRN.