This is a love letter to The Witcher (2019) because for the first time in literally three and a half years, I actually remember why I love writing. I actually feel happy putting words to the page, and Iām comfortable pushing out pages of bullshit garbage because I know itās a necessary precursor to writing something Iāll be satisfied with. Iām writing almost every day, even if itās just a sentence, a concept, a half-conceived metaphor. Iām diversifying my vocabulary and my lexicon and my ability to comprehend intangibles. And itās just. Nice.
72am Tequila Though š
Why is it that pizza someone else buys for you taste better than pizza you buy for yourself?
0Iā drunk and want 2 things
1) f/os to intneract
2) warrm fresh bread and butter
iss it bad I want 2 more than 1 rn??
5Anyway I just spent an hour talking to wine boy about his love life and career and how he still has worth even if he hasnāt achieved conventional success and Iām feeling real tender about it but simultaneously real depressed that we only ever have real conversations when heās drunk so
Instead of coping like a real healthy human being, Iām now thinking about how to translate this into tender Witcher fic lmao, so uhhh hit me up if youāve got ideas
4Woot woot I just reached 100 followers~!!!! Ahhhh yāall are all so sweet and cute and I adore yāall šššššš
17me, getting into my dadās car, clearly drunk: hi dad
my dad: hello boozy
me: whatā¦what no I havenāt been drinking
my dad: uh okay sure
me: so
my dad: you totally were drinking I know it
me: I plead the firth
19Iām drunk and I either want to write poetry, play with Bella, or play my cooking game. idk what to choose
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