Your server is a human!
Your server is a human!
Your server is a human!
Your server is a fucking human!
I thought this was about like a computer server and I was understandably frightened for a moment
sometimes I kiss my lil trees goodnight
I realize that I’ve taken my rebellion from uber-strict but self-invented religious childhood to sexually liberated individual and made it into a science fiction series about two galaxy-wide cultures at war. I get that. I understand there’s something terribly wrong with me
I’m never sure if it’s good or bad that some of my writing, upon re-read, feels inevitable and like…me-cliche. cliche to me. like DUH, August, of COURSE you wrote the scene like that you dumb piece of shit mushy trash
but I love it, sooooo
