it was my blogs birthday!


So, on this day exactly one year ago, I decided to open this blog. And what a great year it’s been!

I just want to thank everyone who has followed me since, and who has stuck with me or liked any of my stuff. And thank you to all of the amazing friends I’ve made through this blog. Y’all are the best!!

Idk what else to say other than thank you for everything, and opening this blog one year ago was the best thing I’ve ever done!


Tagged by: @ask-wasp-sniper, @pony-mercenaries and @silent-tracking @u@ Sorry I take forever to get to things

Rules: you have to tag 10 of your followers that you want to know better.


Full name: Sylvester Schwindler (totes not a fake name ok)
Nickname: Vester, Medic, doc?
Zodiac sign: Capricorn (His bday is Jan 20th, the day I started the blog uvu…. one day after my own irl birthday XD)
Gender: Male
Favourite colour(s): peeeenk
Average hours of sleep: 5-6 hours
Last thing you googled: “pigeon meat nutritional value”
Height: 6'0"
Regrets: All the bad blood with his old team, his failure of a career, all the relationships he fucked up… most of his life, really.


Nickname: Kiwi
Zodiac sign: Capricorn
Gender: Nerd
Favourite colour(s): Red!
Average hours of sleep: 4-12 hours lmao
Last thing you googled: “Liver”, for drawing refs >>
Current number of followers: 866 on this blog, 1417 on @ask-pocket-pyro, 158 on my main blog @yeoldekiwi, 261 on my art blog @allthekiwi. @u@
Height: 5′3"
Regrets: Hurting my friends ;v;

Tagging: @ask-ex-engineer @ask-ong-medic @ask-kitty-themedic @ask-mini-engie @ask-blu-solly @ask-the-blu-bushman @ask-pocket-scout @ask-the-itsy-bitsy-spyder @ask-smolpyro @asksmolhoovy aND THE REST OF THE POCKET TEAM I THEY SEE THIS, cuz that’s already 10 peeps, fuck

It’s My Birthday

And I don’t know how I feel about it.  I don’t like getting older.  I feel like more of a worthless layabout with every passing year.  The three day binge already started yesterday and I am disgusted with myself but I also don’t care?  I’m not expecting any amazing gifts but I’m glad to just be home alone and watching movies with no where to go.

It’s times like this when I feel really lonely, though.  I wish I had friends or a boyfriend or anyone who loved me and wasn’t a stupid relative who could bring over some weed and dance to Lana Del Rey with me.

I guess I shouldn’t care so much.  I’ll be dead in a cosmic blink anyway.


Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.