I miss clouds. I miss you.

I engage with fiction in a normal way. don’t look at my blog

I’m afraid some of ya’ll just don’t have the freak gene that lets you enjoy ACTUAL enemies to lovers. Ya’ll think that trope is just like coworkers fighting over a promotion or smth like no give me people that have tried to maim and kill one another or give me nothing

every friend group has a corpse in it. if you think yours doesn't, YOU'RE the corpse.

NO!!!! Characters accepting their sexuality will kill the patient.... She needs deep repression narratives to live

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

skips a stone over a few posts

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

real person facts with evidence

real person reasonable assumptions

it’s just me and the song i choose weekly to play six thousand million times against the world