oh boy. its not just the wrist and back. my ankles have thrown in the towel <--- guy who fell face first because of it tricking out

pen name aside, me choosing the name i'd have been bestowed if i'd been born a boy + my patron saint's name is so camp of me

beautiful boy dripping in pearls + vintage glamour. that's me writing right now lmao, red wine lipstick and leisurely drinking too

been listening to so much joshua hyslop. also thought of the funniest name for my protag (rowan)

found my pearl drop earrings in a... perfume box? as well as the ring from a pigeon friend

crispy green mangoooo

slammed two of those little hand sosigs and tearing into some air fryer warmed up banh mi. fuck yeah bro that’s a dinner

gender is ridiculous because people have WILDLY different reactions to my facial scar if they read me as masc or fem. nonbiney babyyy

nodding off while sitting at my computer chair at the ripe old hour of seven thirty PM is insane

decided to follow through on that impulse and slapped up a journal openers page on my website. nice batch upload fodder

i definitely want to keep my main diary / journal by hand with my fountain pens but considering being silly + posting the 1st sentence

deeply annoyed whenever my keyboard dies randomly. the bane of battery charged / bluetooth keebs i guess

something's messed up with my goddamn cup's seal and idk what. for now swapped the cap and its fine for now i guess

manifesting a white streak instead of these diffuse hair tinsel esque individual hairs. my god

bowl of warm mashed potatoes and gravy

ugh. i need to maybe get back into gamifying the process for myself with wordcount but it feels like such cheap dopamine

toying around with the idea of working on a draft using a similar layout to the ttrpg writing page i have up...

i cannot believe i've been wrestling so goddamn hard with choice of writing tool that i havent written for days on end. absurd

everyone has a novel that makes them cry when they read it. i was lucky enough to have found mine early on, but augh, what a suckerpunch

bright white winter light and a soft flurry of snowflakes. living the coraline snowglobe dream, darling