Saeyra's posts

@keef: Don't worry, its alot better now than what it used to be. The chances have gone down quite abit, they used to be more common than volts. My plushie mule looks forward to meeting your plushie storage mule too. They can RP being shepherds of their creepy ass herds.

@keef: Accept my trade and gimmie oooooone sec. *buys all*

@keef: When you really like, likelike someone you can use your mule and send them a private message telling them your feelings....and maybe..just maybe the stars will align and bwahaha I can't do this anymore.

Plushie storage. Like seriously...I have...so..many. :vanora_cry: Creepy dolls that just stare at you whenever you open your inventory.

@keef: No problem, and if you are missing some of the part 2 items just tell me which ones and I can buy them and send them to you. I have alot of spare fuses.

I can give you a complete set of blackout part 1 items. Accept my trade :vanora_smile:

@keef: You will fit right in then! :vanora_smile:

@keef: Aaaand this be the book club/animal lovers thread! Welcome!

@keef: Haha you are learning fast young one! *pat pat*

@Dread Pirate: Stop stealing things ya ol' softie. Your street cred has already gone down the drain, there is no saving it. :vanora_xd:

I just wanted to share with you guys these eggs because damn, they are so pretty. They are called Pisanica.

Pisanica is a decorated Croatian Easter egg that comes from an old Slavic custom dating back to pagan times.


This is how we celebrate Easter!

Was this thread even on rails to begin with?

I think this might be my new favorite poem of all time.

“A Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

@Juneberry: https://www.voltra.us/forum/view_topic/941

Here I will make it easier for you haha. Tada!

@Juneberry: Haha its hard enough to get one of you outside. I think if I had two of you I would just give up and become a book-loving hermit full-time too. My resolve isn't that strong haha I get easily pulled into fantasy worlds as well. Did you find the poetry thread I made yet?

@Unicorn: Don't be sorry haha yeah it is. I think I need to get faster.