this time of the year is so rough because it’s supposed to get as low as 50 tonight and i’m already cold and want to turn on the heater but then the high is also going to be like 74 so i will inevitably have to switch it back to the ac at some point in the late morning and. yeah
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doc after is3 ending 3 spending most of whatever free time they have given the circumstances by the ocean. maybe they wade just a little ways in and the water feels a little different than before, somehow more viscous yet easier to move through, like it’s pulling them in and pushing them away at the same time. maybe they watch the setting sun bathe the surface in red and their tears make the sea just a little more salty. maybe if they focus hard enough they can still see his face in the water, maybe they would go out at night to see the soft blue glow in the gentle waves lapping at the shore, so beautiful a sight yet such a bitter evocation of their last memories of Him as he was
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Think I’m gonna set myself a word limit for writing this month, instead of a set number of works. I’d like to improve on writing short-form stuff (especially angst and whump cause it’s fun) but between assignments, applications and the urge to draw I don’t want to burn out…
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I still have a headache but at least I’ve had a nice mocha :)
The barista didn’t charge me for oat milk either 🥹
I got to see my coworker’s lovely paintings!
We’re having frozen dinners tonight (which is good bc if he wants to bitch I didn’t make dinner fuck him and also there will be food) which is low effort for me yay
I am. In no way able to drive in to school so I’ll just work off of my laptop instead and squinty (which probably won’t help my eye hurting but ah well) maybe tomorrow. (My plan for wed work is literally to either convince mum to drive me in or to take a taxi bc I am. Not going to be able to drive on Wednesday morning)
I’ll just. Shower. Begin anew. And fucking get to it.
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