reading on a pier, occasionally looking up to watch my husband throw a baby fish back into the water >>>

in the late-night mood to read something heinously, earth-shakingly, heart-stoppingly angsty

a bedtime story, if you will

romanticizing my life by sitting in a café, listening to maggie rogers on loop, and pretending to make progress on my WIP

(I’m just making picrews of the main character)

i’m here!! woohoo, huzzah, etc.