hitch your tiger to your chariot

the past five years rotted your soul while mine turned to diamond

oh no was I too vicious did I let the beast out unmasked did I drop the veil did I become unlikable are you going to leave me decide maybe I deserve death after all

isn't it fun when I let the guard down a bit, allow myself a chance to radiate this rage?

𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕚𝕟.

sometimes I do miss the ease of believing others knew more than me, that anxious acquiescence I performed in the face of any virile voice. I wore the gauze of a child for so long. I'm not embarrassed by that, though. I wish you weren't, either.

your experimental fiction doesn't cancel out your normie posts

seeing the rabid mob flip out over a book months out from publication based on nothing but a blurb really makes you think about how incredibly shitty it would be for an author to purposely sic that mob on a peer...like GOSH that would be SO SHITTY