Micah
@flyforacacti.bsky.social
university history student ~ fanfiction enthusiast and occasional author ~ watch/read bleach by tite kubo
in my feels tonight gang
my ribs are an empty cage around my heart that is more to Schrodinger's cat then flesh, they are discarded along the shoreline and joy and sorrow and that numbing emptiness come and go with the tides and phases of the moon
my ribs are an empty cage around my heart that is more to Schrodinger's cat then flesh, they are discarded along the shoreline and joy and sorrow and that numbing emptiness come and go with the tides and phases of the moon
November 16, 2024 at 10:11 PM
in my feels tonight gang
my ribs are an empty cage around my heart that is more to Schrodinger's cat then flesh, they are discarded along the shoreline and joy and sorrow and that numbing emptiness come and go with the tides and phases of the moon
my ribs are an empty cage around my heart that is more to Schrodinger's cat then flesh, they are discarded along the shoreline and joy and sorrow and that numbing emptiness come and go with the tides and phases of the moon
@richard-siken.bsky.social most of my writing comes from an ache in me I don’t fully understand and can’t quite describe, something like longing. It bothers me that that’s only time I feel inspired to write, the only time it feels natural and I’m not sure what to do. Do you have any advice?
November 16, 2024 at 9:45 PM
@richard-siken.bsky.social most of my writing comes from an ache in me I don’t fully understand and can’t quite describe, something like longing. It bothers me that that’s only time I feel inspired to write, the only time it feels natural and I’m not sure what to do. Do you have any advice?