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Écrivaine | Alexis
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Alexis ✨ | Écrivaine 🪶 | Freelance Writer ✍️
When you find passion, you find purpose. ❤️‍🔥

Looking for a writer who can adapt to your unique voice and vision? I’d love to connect—let’s breathe some life into your ideas!

www.alexisecrivaine.com
I stared at my reflection, something about it feeling off—uncanny in the quietest way—and then my arms moved without me.

My face twisted into expressions I didn’t make, and when it finally walked away, I realized I wasn’t just looking at my reflection; I was trapped in it.
October 29, 2025 at 11:45 PM
(That’s why I said “ha” earlier—because I’m winging it by blindly going for it without really knowing what I’m doing yet, but also comparing myself to a crow again.)

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October 23, 2025 at 9:36 PM
(Like, “winging it” because, you know, a crow has wings—but also like the idiom that means to improvise or figure it out as you go!)

(It’s pretty neat over there!)

(You know, on my writing account.)

(Just sayin’.)

(Okay, that was it!)

(Love you!)

(Bye!)
October 23, 2025 at 9:36 PM
So. Yeah. Follow me!

Or don’t! We’re cool either way.

It’d be pretty chill if you did, though.

But you don’t have to!

But it’d be chill if you did. Follow me, I mean. No pressure, though (only if you’re about it).

(Or don’t!) (That’s chill, too!)
October 23, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Give me a follow, if you’re about it! Or don’t! That’s cool, too! It’s pretty neat over there, though. Just sayin’.

I’m new to making content, so I’m winging it at the moment (ha, “winging it.” Get it? Like a crow. Because crows have wings—and I compared myself to a crow in the slides!)
October 23, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Your imperfections are perfect.
Your beauty beholds my eye.
I’d gaze at your glow from galaxies.

There is no truer lie
than illusion laced with longing.
There is no craving like complacency
camouflaged as care.
October 22, 2025 at 10:53 PM
Adoration’s Ache:

I am lost in the limerence.
I am drowning in delusion.

All sense of sanity severs
when breaths of you befoul my brain.
Even my rhymes are rendered with rust.

No antiquated alliteration can avert
the unadulterated anguish
that comes with adoring you.
October 22, 2025 at 10:53 PM