im not going anywhere

Hi lovely people! Today I impulsively published my first book, a small poetry pamphlet called ‘scripture of (un)holy youth’. This collection is really close to my heart and explores adolesence and growing up through the imagery and metaphors of the Catholic Church!

A lot of it draws on personal experience or things I’ve been told, and it heavily focuses on mental health, growing up queer, class, and social status! 

omg i never saw this :((((

Okay now I'm not saying I think this is where the fic is going, and truth be told I don't think I want it to go this way? BUT. If I was you, the author, I would honestly be planning something unbelievably devious (I also write so I know All Authors Are Evil). I would want to make it so that Grace does something like overwork himself too much, or take on a risk and is accidentally injured so that right before launch he is deemed unfit to go. And then we get this deliciously cruel mirroring of the original plot where Grace was forced to go and runs away, but now he's desperately running towards it.

What was once his gleaming unwavering fate has been warped unknowingly by his own hand. Ourgh. It makes my stomach turn just thinking about it, which makes my writer brain tell me that it's perfect.

Anyway, your fic is wonderfully written and I love it and I hope both sides of your pillow are cold <3<3

aaa tyy!! im glad you're enjoying it!!

that would be an evil plot twist ough poor grace </3 i might not be that evilll

someday you will find me

Ryland Grace wakes up, goes to work, feels the rain on his face, teaches his students, cries over the galaxy, and dreams about a rock. Wait. What's that last one all about? There is a feeling in the back of his head like he's forgetting something. Is he forgetting something? Is he forgetting something again?

amaze amaze amaze