in the off chance anyone Ever looks at this blog again: you can IM me or send me an ask for my new blog, these muses have been (solo) retired for two years, but i still write for them, just not here!

this blog is now an archive, albeit a small one. i’ve removed most stuff from it. i don’t know if i’ll ever have the heart to delete the whole thing, so i’ll keep it here for the time-being. i found that i was tired of having to shove down character traits that these muses have--- that i became scared on my own blog. that’s not right. so i’m moving aaron to a different place, along with most of my activity in general. i do not intend on following many people from here (so many people were overly sensitive to subjects i had on here as it was), but if you want to know where i’ll be, you can send me an IM or non-anonymous ask and i might get to it when/if i sign on again. this was a great four years of my life, even if it doesn’t seem like it--- it’s far from the end. i’ll never stop writing for aaron, i love him dearly. but it’s time for me to move on to less toxic things. so, from the bottom of my heart, if this is the last thing you see from me, thank you all for making the time on this blog fun and a wild ride. i know that in the end, not all of us got along, but even things that ended badly were still good, at some point.

(crying, with my fresh-squeezed, finely mixed lemonade in hand) francis, where is the vodka. i have abandoned the ways of my diet, bring me the drinks. life is meaningless; our duvet clashes with the drapes. just be rid of it all! (presses play on my parisian music)

you know how people having life crisis’ start to obsessively garden and organize and want to plan outdoor parties? yes, i’ve hit that stage in my life, i’d like to feel apathetic again