Chris Pratt and the raptors are following me everywhere I go and I LOVE IT
Schrodinger’s song is the first few minutes before you know if the song is “Under Pressure” or “Ice Ice Baby”.
I’ve been avoiding writing about anything personal lately because I’ve been focused on my fiction and also enjoying life so much I’ve hardly thought it worth the time to stop and reflect. but people have been talking a lot about essays lately, and that’s a form I’d like to revisit. maybe I’ll set myself a little challenge.
“That’s August, she’s my heart-twin.”
mmmhmmm.
