

R.L.
@tempestousTheophany
Goddess, visionary and esteemed writer. My cat can vouch for all three.

Am I a "Girl-Mom"? That's an oversimplification of my support for "girlhood" and "Woman Wednesdays". Daughters require space, it creates natural independence. They grow stronger when allowed to forage for themselves. I suppose that does make me a "Girl-Mom".

After six hours, several destroyed biomes and a few failed states, I successfully Mined-the-Craft. Goodnight.

Returned to my roots: Minecraft. You will not hear from me for a few weeks.

Fortunes have been shared, services are now closed for another moon.

Returned to fortune telling. Would you prefer to know your date of passing or method?

My toxicity is an alleged superiority complex and independent parenting techniques. Unclear how taste and wisdom can be toxic, but alas. Accusations have been made.

I have no #ToxicTr8its. I am perfect in every conceiva8le way.

Coffee isn't helping. #Bitter #Annoyed

The most honest and true form of love is ownership. Simply put, if you get it, you get it. #LifeHacks

Unable to return to sleep. Forced to stare at the ceiling and yearn. #Yearning

Not to ever be the contrarian, but anticipated affection for your alternates is an interesting thought experiment. Do you embrace them to prevent the implications of self-loathing? Do you comfort their mistakes and flaws to further 'Other' their existence from your own? Hm.

Temporarily awake. Considering my options to rectify this error.

Damn, I didn't know we were allowed to say that one. Horrifically missed the moment, truly saddened by this revelation.

Good morning. #LifeHacks #Anymomentintimecanbemorning #Timeisn'treal

Though I loathed to admit it, occasionally the quality of my chit feels questionable. Is this the mark that should be left on dash? Are these words meaningful enough to share? Then, I see an Ampora chit and feel remarkably better.

I may have blacked out after cooking the ramen in the whisky. Do not recommend. #substances

Do instant noodles pair well with whiskey? #Substances

Fell asleep by accident, awoke in discomfort. What year is it?

On this Dirk-aversary, we bleakly recall a foolish man that purposefully left before his time. Upon his initial passing, many moons and many suns prior, ectobiological family and friends mourned. We provided eulogies to preserve his memory not as he was, but rather how the populace would prefer to recall his image. Anguish, much like any fickle creature of the heart, covered all faults with fondness. We (primarily Roxy, Jake and Jane) spoke of moments of bravery, wisdom, and devotion. His passing was marked as a tragedy, as if it were an unfortunate disease or natural disaster that stripped him from this world. Enough time has passed, allowing for adequate retrospection. Dirk Strider died as he lived, with narcissistic control. He exited and purposefully neglected those who would be left behind in the abyss. The irrelevant future that would come was a prophecy buried in his passing. Perhaps, through some delusion of grandeur, he assumed those left behind would not care for the eventual storm looming on the horizon. Predictably short-sighted, the revelation came. For some of us, sooner than others. Their denial is a symptom of our failed timeline. On this Dirk-aversary, I choose to recall Dirk as he was: self-centered and cowardly. His abandonment will not be forgotten. #Suicide #Deathposting #Death #Eulogy

Dearest, are you alright? You've neither hated nor pitied my Chits in twenty minutes. #Vagueposting












