I’ve been extraordinarily hard on myself lately and yesterday it was time to stop. I’m still skittish and tired, but I cried the way I needed to into Jake’s chest. I can be less over the things I’m not over, and more over the things I am.

OH MAN SOMEHOW I got all my writing done this weekend. despite waking up from a panic attack on Friday and wounding my foot rather badly this morning. 3473 words in 3 days ;____________;

chapter of Mutiny finally queued up so I won’t be missing THAT any longer

SO. I have a week-long vacation coming up in October, and I’m going to finish Daugment, play a lot of video games, make a lot of food, and READ A LOT OF BOOKS

I need trash. I need delicious, stupidly heart-rending trash books that I can consume all week. I need books like the Raven Cycle and the Graceling trilogy. animal books are welcome. YA lit is welcome. scifi is welcome. garbage is definitely welcome, but all I want is enjoyable garbage

bout to demo my lil baby tool to 20+ leadership ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh