I guess in today's world if you cant look at a picture, it's not worth it. Like the "Save Me" thing i posted. There is a ton more towards it but i will not move forward with it at all... Why? Because no one bothered to take 3 minutes out of their oh so fucking important lives and say what they thought of the idea.
Seriously, why bother being a writer anymore? Why bother writing stories as incredible as Orson Scott Card did? Why bother reading The Sparrow, Anthem, 1984, Fahrenheit 451, whats the point? They will only live in your mind only, and no one will care anything about it.
What happened to philosophy and people caring about anything you do?
Everything is all visual. Visual, visual, visual. Well, fuck you. Even though one of my favorite writers has read a short story i wrote just for him to read, and he fucking loved it, i guess the rest of the world is too good for it.












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Preow.
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Preow.
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| ja robię ot tak, to co inni robią tylko w snach |
thank you for the fave!
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Does a bear Poo in the Woods?
Yes he does.
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Sunny with partial clouds.
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My photography account: [link] My latest works: [link] [link] [link]
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One of these days I'll figure out what the hell I'm doing!
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