Making of Mages

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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Kinda messed up how shelled can mean both having a shell, but also not having one?

Terrible time to mix up the edamame prep with the turtles' care-guide.

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Oysters can be shelled, but not shelled. A shelled oyster is shucked.

Something, something, taking the oyster from the shell, not the shell from the oyster.

Can you shuck a turtle? Asking for a friend.

why am i like this What sweet hell have I fallen into

Trickle

A single drop,
Is all it takes,
To break the surface,
Of that tepid pool.

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poetic maybe? writing poetry writeblr creative writing spilled words writers on tumblr i miss her I've finally made it to a second round of interviews next week! Hopefully I can snag this bag Because I'll be honest My mentain ain't doin' too hot And if I have to keep this up until April I'm just gonna unsubscribe and let someone else have a shot Not to be confused with popular Utaite Trickle Though I do love his covers. As it were.
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The second best part about finally getting a job is all the budgeting I can do to justify an inordinately large addition to my boardgame collection.

I will sacrifice every square foot of any apartment I can find to the dice gods.

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‘Course, winning the lottery would help a lot.

A lot, a lot. Life-changingly a lot.

I wouldn’t bet on it with my luck, though. I’m good for cracking card packs, but not shifting a financial paradigm. TuT

Sleepless

It’s a struggle being afraid,

Not wanting to fall asleep,

On New Years’ Eve.

It feels like if I do,

The few happy memories of last year,

Will all seem like a dream.

Yet the truly scary thought,

Is waking up and knowing,

Those dreams never came true.

poetic maybe? writing poetry writeblr creative writing writers on tumblr I don't want to fall asleep But if I had to Then I'd want to be soothed to sleep by your singing again Like all those rides we used to go on Because that's the only way I felt calm on the road I'm afraid of listening to TØP again I fear I don't know how it'll make me feel anymore Since they're your favorite band Since you sing their songs with all your heart Do I even have the right to listen anymore?

Knew Year

Days pass,
Speeding along,
That lonely calendar,
Unscratched,
The plain, white boxes,
Too beautiful,
To be stained by my pen.

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poetic maybe? writing poetry writeblr creative writing writers on tumblr i miss her job hunting still sucks But I got an interview And it'll be hard on the body But at least the pay is good if I can get hired 'Course the apartment I was looking at got gobbled up Had a cool-ass sleeping loft and everything for extra storage Oh well. Housing is a wreck in the area so it'll probably open up again soon Hey lovey; I know you probably won't see this But I hope you have a great year ahead of you And that you find nothing but happiness in 2026 I love you--Goodbye P.S: No this is not a reference to the group (K)NoW_NAME Okay maybe a slight reference The way I feel when I listen to Knew Day is precisely how I felt while writing this I just love their music too much Oh yeah--Almost forgot new years resolution To be happy again