Triumphant arch of neck
trumpet of hooves in earth
air filled with panting and
air filled with sweating

majesty is a brute beast.



I really need to start looking outside my cubicle, where all the other little army ants are fuming about their own little issues. Just because I'm constantly shitstained doesn't mean that I deserve more anything. Hypomania is a bitch, but I'm not, and I'm more than just hypomanic.

Vulnerability is both thrilling and terrifying. Rejection is vicious... but acceptance is the greatest rush I've felt, so gracious and kind despite everything else in the world.