mood: my student after holding her own speculative design workshop
when you arrive in baldur's gate reeling from everyone consistently referring to u as they/them, basking in loviatar's love, crying about how well the game handles themes of trauma and power, and then halsin hits you with his anti-capitalist rage
idea: seasonal gender. masc in winter, femme in summer, enby in between.
plunged my arm in our 2kg bag of coffee, petting the beans and inhaling the scent
this is problematic of me (joke) but i really enjoy the splashing of french into english speech or writing. just adds a pizzazz
Bits from my life, occasional reblogs | Autumn: always-between-birches | Winter: burnt-almonds
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