I had to evacuate my building today because of something burning. Even after hours of being back, it still stinks and I’m still not ok. _(:Ⅰ」∠)_
reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"
11:15 on a Tuesday night and I’m sobbing at the realization of how old my mom is getting, and in turn, how old I’m getting and how we never did anything ‘fun’ together?Her version of fun was shopping, or going for ice creme, and we did it and it made her happy… but I always wanted to do…more with her, you know?