being a writer is so fucking funny bc you go to write one specific horny scene but then you're like. possessed by your own imaginary friends that you should 100% be in charge of because you're literally their creator. but several hours later you're like. oh no i accidentally am actually writing a multi-chapter fiction about disconnection and avoidance and sorrow. and that's great! but then you go to write a poem thing about autumn and ! oops! aw shucks! wouldn't you know it! that's where all that darn lesbian sex got to!












