Ronie Dinosaur

Title - Tadpole-Intent I am like a song that hasn’t been recorded yet. I’m not just walking across a blank page, nor Google’s Dino T-rex jumping on a frozen screen where only the obstacles move. Ronie Dinosaur walks for real- Read more from here...

Title - We were Stupid Such nice people, beautiful society- simply wonderful. Give cash, take ass. Respect little coins, Read more from here...

Title - Fifteen When I was fifteen, a girl broke my heart- on the very same day she humiliated me for it. I fell in love that morning, Read more from here...

Title - Four Falls, Four Walks Just like a seventy year old man at the end of his days- quiet, worn out, defeated, yet still willing to live- there is something left in him. Perhaps he wants a second chance, but he no longer has the energy for it. Read more from here...

Title - Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night (First-Order Truth) Rage, rage against the dying of the light- but know the fuel is finite, measured tight. No station waits beyond the black expanse, no hidden grace, no last-minute advance. The tanks read low; the numbers do not lie. Read more from here...

What you think, you become. What if I am the real son of a gun- the lucky one? I am no ambassador for bad luck, no role model for a sitting duck. I hold the power to change my world. Read more from here...

Thank you for reading so closely. You didn’t misunderstand- you felt it exactly. The fatigue is real: forced to live, forced to ask, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 74 - Projection - I see myself My own self- projected onto the vast canvas of the world- and I name it the pattern of the universe. I am not what emerges after the act. I already am- Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 72 – Psychology to Philosophy An uncompromising character and a clean heart- an intent that is neither good nor bad. It arises from desire and waits to become action. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 71 - Cruel Intentions In love, there are no secrets. If they still exist in her-and she cannot tell or explain why, even after I ask with my whole heart, again and again-and if it keeps getting worse, then it’s time I accept the truth: she didn’t love me. She loved the way I made her feel special, and even that was ordinary to her. Love that keeps me waiting, that sees me cry in pain and continues to do the same things that hurt me, is not love. It’s clear she thinks love is foolish, and she considers herself smart enough to treat me poorly, even in front of my own eyes. This is not a trust issue, no matter how often she throws that word at me. This is her character. Even after giving her my whole world, she keeps the door open-selling me a dream and delivering a nightmare. I tell her every day that I miss her, even in the space between seconds. She never misses a chance to make me feel unwanted, sometimes even laughing at my misery. That is a choice. Nothing else. She makes excuses for not choosing me. She keeps doing things that make me feel ashamed of the love I give her, while pretending she never takes advantage. She manipulates, dictates, and lectures me-saying love should not be proud or loud-while I stay patient, absorbing everything, still hoping for her love. Read more from here...