Please reskeet for increased sample size.
Please reskeet for increased sample size.
Fuck important, what will become a part of them?
Fuck important, what will become a part of them?
That was maybe a bit too young.
But I started seeking out similar things on my own just a few years later.
I've 2 options: Sidney Sheldon's been justifying my anxiety since I was like 11,
But also I read the Xanth books and we are ALL too young for that shit, which I figured out, by overthinking, at the time.
I'll start: John Gardner's Grendel.
That was maybe a bit too young.
But I started seeking out similar things on my own just a few years later.
Elephant seal, wtf are you even doing?
Elephant seal, wtf are you even doing?
Forgot the pen was inked.
With Organics Studio Aldous Huxley.
In a CON-40.
Don't mind me. I'll just be over here cleaning my converter. For the next ten years.
(That, or I'll give up and decide that the next ink can just be blue. No matter what color it actually is.)
Forgot the pen was inked.
With Organics Studio Aldous Huxley.
In a CON-40.
Don't mind me. I'll just be over here cleaning my converter. For the next ten years.
(That, or I'll give up and decide that the next ink can just be blue. No matter what color it actually is.)
Like, how we used to be able to walk right up to the gate to meet our family coming off a flight.
Or how we had to pick a spot to meet at the theater BEFORE we went.
I had forgotten how good it feels to be surrounded by a sea of visibly queer people.
Community.
I had forgotten how good it feels to be surrounded by a sea of visibly queer people.
Community.
Apparently the thing that causes it to clog up fountain pens if you let it dry out can also cause it to congeal in the bottle.
(I don't think it's mold; there's no smell, no floating, no particles. ...
Apparently the thing that causes it to clog up fountain pens if you let it dry out can also cause it to congeal in the bottle.
(I don't think it's mold; there's no smell, no floating, no particles. ...
When I was very small, I was looking into the reflection in the basement window and thought I saw a face in the leaves. So I ran to tell my mom that there was someone in the tree.
She said something like ...
When I was very small, I was looking into the reflection in the basement window and thought I saw a face in the leaves. So I ran to tell my mom that there was someone in the tree.
She said something like ...
Folks wanting to outsource their not-even-bare-minimum accessibility efforts to machines is... really frustrating.