I changed the novel I'm writing, so now the first line is this: "There was little else in the world Bones McGraw hated more than moving."
Feel free to just randomly message me, I get bored easily.
I'm a black, non-binary transgender boy, who is a Christian witch (tentative for now). I'm also a panromantic asexual. I sell poetry; contact me if you're interested in buying poems from me.
Wednesday, July 6th, 1757. This day my dear Wife was delivered of a dead son. . . God was pleased to support her under great weakness, and continue her life till Lord’s day the 25th of the same month, when she expired at eight o’clock A.M.
When your heart gets pierced with arrows, don't rip them out and pierce those around you in retribution for your hurt. You'll only unnecessarily wound others and bleed to death yourself. — LadyMysterio
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