I have this intense feeling that something Important is happening today, so if that’s your Thing don’t worry about it I’m managing all of the anxiety for it. 👍
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I have this intense feeling that something Important is happening today, so if that’s your Thing don’t worry about it I’m managing all of the anxiety for it. 👍
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❛ I WANT TO BE A ROYAL GUARD ❜ and when you asked me why , i had only one answer ❛ BECAUSE I WANT TO BE . . . ❜
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( ac ) independent . selective . unaffiliated us sans as loved by latin .
Astrophilia- rare love and/or obsession with planets, stars, and outer space.
You speak like constellations, but you’re just a black hole.
- Unknown
Are 26 pages and 4.9k words too too short for a self-published short horror/monster fucker story? I wrote it for an anthology with a 4k limit but then chicken-shitted out and didn’t submit so now I just have this tiny, queer, kinda creepy, monster fucking story sitting here that I keep editing and adding a tiny bit more to but still feels too short to publish. I’m looking at Sir Chuck Tingle’s shorter works and they’re at least double that amount. Maybe I need more plot? More than half of the story is the Set Up. More porn? It’s kind of fanfic-y with the plot then porn ending, but maybe some aftercare plot for the end? I don’t know. I don’t remember how to write lol.
I spent all morning on a short writing submission about being queer and climate change only to find out it’s specifically intended for an in-person event in south-ish Maine that uuuuh I can’t get to at all and would probably be one of the very few masked at. 🥲
Anyone want a short essay story poem thing about growing up queer in a world being slowly being ripped apart while living in a rural area filled with hippies?
I’m about to go beg my waay too new doctor in this rich-ass rich person town to sign a paper for TPD for my student loans (my 4th attempt at this because they just now started to allow NPs to sign) because hey suddenly my payment plan recertification isn’t working even though I make barely $700 a month and every penny of that goes to bills and debt like this is not even close to your your average american’s salary, FAFSA give me a fucking break. So anyway. This will be fun.
Why yes I am drawing four extra sticker designs. No, I do not feel well. Yes, I have problems. No, I don’t care I want to send more stickers to people who’ve been super patient with me.