Writing makes me happy in a way that little else does. It also makes me stressed, makes me frustrated with myself, it makes me spend sleepless nights and curse the fates at my own limitations and ache when I see the flaws in my own design.
But I'd never replace it for something else.
November 27, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Writing makes me happy in a way that little else does. It also makes me stressed, makes me frustrated with myself, it makes me spend sleepless nights and curse the fates at my own limitations and ache when I see the flaws in my own design.
the amount of times you juggle flashbangs with no sunglasses has to be studied, Leaf, you're a marvel of accidental self-referential inspiration potential 💙
November 25, 2025 at 6:05 AM
the amount of times you juggle flashbangs with no sunglasses has to be studied, Leaf, you're a marvel of accidental self-referential inspiration potential 💙