That heading sounds like the title of a She-Ra episode or a shitty breakup poem title, but... you guys.
She almost loved him.
It was almost enough.
They almost survived.
He almost died.
I almost gave up.
if i ever tell you about my past, it's not for you to feel sorry for me, but for you to understand why i am the way i am
Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time
someday you will write the scene that makes it all worth it. keep going. future you is waiting
My boys 🥹
To all the people in my inbox tryna spam me out of my book ideas: trust, you do not want them. I don't even want those little shits.
Just your average queer writer, obsessed with a myriad of random BS that won't give me anything but amusement and happiness in life. 19, Minors please DNI.
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