𝓘'𝓶 𝓪 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓻.

Cain by José Saramago translation by Margaret Jull Costa

We all know how it goes The more it hurts, the less it shows But I still feel like they all know And that’s why I could never go back home

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain @mothercain

dreams that core out your heart & u wake up & what u dreamt can't even be translated to this world so you're just a secret open wound for the whole day

Me writing

i need money to buy things to fill my existential void

i cannot get mad at myself for not being good at answering texts and dms n emails n returning phone calls when i know in my heart that human beings were never meant to receive this much correspondence. even half as much would make you a busy person. like its ridiculous what we’re all doing to each other. smash your phones

i love you purple i love you lavender i love you lilac i love you wisteria i love you violet i love you mauve i love you periwinkle i love you amethyst i love you

Fic tag: slow burn

Me, cracking my knuckles: not if you read it fast enough

based off this post

Ugh, don't remind me

My attention to detail is a blessing and a curse

me, every time: Sometimes I get too caught up in trying to be ‘clever’ or get so deep in world-building that I forget about the actual plot and characters. So y’know what, I’m just gonna do something silly and self-indulgent this time. I’m just gonna write a BL about a wolfboy and his effeminate scholarly boyfriend.

me, every time, 1 hour later: oh I’m definitely making a world map for this

me, every time, 2 hours later: the tapestry represents a beautiful but impossible fantasy that we can go back in time to undo the terrible things that happened to us. But while the master-weaver was designing it, she was so absorbed in this image of ‘what could have been,’ imagining her lost husband, that she struggles to take care of her son, who…

conlangs, fantasy worldbuilding, and erotic fiction are all deeply connected in some yet-unknown way