Aearo, a SeaWyrm @aearo@dragon.style
- Poetry:
- How many years? Wrong measure! Centuries at least, or millenia, or even more. I dare not count, nor watch horizons for that farthest shore on whose banks I dread to ground myself at last; To see my thirst as slaked, to welcome that eternal fast.
- Pronouns: He/Him
- Onward, and yet ever onward still, I mustn't let myself be waylaid, nor, by those whose knees give out in fear of life, be stayed from journeying, convinced to settle all my futures to one simple past.
- Alignment: Chaotic Good
- I expect heartbreaks, welcome them, and faults, embarassments, mistakes, the china-fragments of my soul pieced together yet again, for it takes that toll to live, and I will gladly pay it: Life is home, not hospitality. One cannot overstay it.
- Species: A Sea Wyrm
- But I sail on, sail on, though I must make stars and worlds anew to chart a course between, and when I've seen all things that can be seen, I'll turn around and go back through to front again, until I find some other thing to do.
Joined Nov 2019
Pinned rar
Dragon type: Somewhere between Smaug and Llewellyn.
good, weird music; youtube link
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it/its pronoun users gotta be so fuckin good at playing tag
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random thoughts
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we should, as a society, develop a custom to go "bla bla bla bla bla" and cover our eyes whenever we encounter an advertisement
mh-, doom
mh-, doom
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@aearo the sound of skateboard wheels and yipping is approaching from the direction of that moving dust cloud
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Abolish jobs. There is too much work to be done for jobs to still exist.
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When you open a chest in Zelda and this happens... (sound on)
Dragn, but with the gn pronounced like in "lasagna."
Dranyh.
I wish my apartment was a spaceship.
Dragn, but with the gn pronounced like in "gnome."
Dran.
Still haven't gotten a blåhaj, so tonight I'm snuggling up with this sample bag full of hemp fines.
- Poetry:
- How many years? Wrong measure! Centuries at least, or millenia, or even more. I dare not count, nor watch horizons for that farthest shore on whose banks I dread to ground myself at last; To see my thirst as slaked, to welcome that eternal fast.
- Pronouns: He/Him
- Onward, and yet ever onward still, I mustn't let myself be waylaid, nor, by those whose knees give out in fear of life, be stayed from journeying, convinced to settle all my futures to one simple past.
- Alignment: Chaotic Good
- I expect heartbreaks, welcome them, and faults, embarassments, mistakes, the china-fragments of my soul pieced together yet again, for it takes that toll to live, and I will gladly pay it: Life is home, not hospitality. One cannot overstay it.
- Species: A Sea Wyrm
- But I sail on, sail on, though I must make stars and worlds anew to chart a course between, and when I've seen all things that can be seen, I'll turn around and go back through to front again, until I find some other thing to do.
Joined Nov 2019
