circles drawn in the dirt

/// from conversations w/ @bogmoths ///

pink lambos graze your dreams, you veer into a blinding room // i scout the horizon for survivors, only us two in the mirror // in time, the monuments will move // walk with tired feet, begrudge the way things are // a thousand years and nothing more // nothing less // two blinking eyes and some ghosts to snare // i run ahead, looking for survivors // there’re so many of us // we’re all just looking for working refrigerators and warm transistors to keep our fears at bay // never knew transistors are by definition capable of making things Right // that’s what we need // bats next door and maybe vampires // one or two bites, now that’d be a real party // i’m falling under oodles of straws here, glorified merchant of dreams // talk me out of it // talk me out of it // i’m left here, drawing poor circles in the dirt // geometry was never my strong suit

1. How many characters do you have?

3, I believe. 1 Sith Warrior, 1 Jedi Knight, 1 Bounty Hunter

2. What is your favorite class and why? And/or list the player classes in order of most -> least favorite

Oh man, I couldn’t do the whole list. I don’t know them well enough. But suffice to say that I love the Sith Warrior story very dearly for many reasons I’ll be happy to put somewhere else if asked lmao. It’ll always be top of the list for me

3. Do you prefer to tank, DPS, or heal?

I have little experience, but what I do have, I enjoyed healing. Fuck if i know why

4. What is your favorite player combat ability?

Anything that sends everything flying regardless of damage it actually does because I have no chill and love destroying things

5. Favorite advanced class and discipline?

Fuck if I know - you’ll find out why shortly

6. Do you primarily play Republic, Empire, or a mix of both sides? Is there a specific reason for this preference?

Empire. Because the Empire owns my ass and I’m a narcissistic little shit who loves being addressed as ‘My Lord’ all the god damn time

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.