Spent a Week in a Dusty Library

it’s ween

“[defeated tone] So… I have…. lost my glasses. And I’m afraid to leave my bed because I can’t see… and I fear I might step on my glasses. So I’m sitting here with my bee pillow pet… and I don’t know what to do.

Sorry im too excited about these prowl plushies to shut up

Sometimes I get too in my head with my writing. Especially about my smut. I reread every last word with the most critical of eyes and think, Ooh is that cringe? Will that be too graphic? Will this word or phrase take people out of the scene?

I had borzois for 16 years and it's like owning a pale, scrawny Victorian british child who suffered from a wasting disease as a boy. He was beaten severely throughout his youth for expressing excitement, so he's always nervous and needs reassuring around basically everyone, but his meak constitution prevents him from running around the house. Every once in a while you take him to a big field of flowers and he runs like a real boy for just a few minutes before other ghastly children appear over the hill and he hides behind your skirt again. You ask him if he wants to play with the other children and he screws his eyes shut and shakes his head.