a productive day but, still, the spectre of anxiety creeps in behind my teeth, sightless and aimless.
my fingers are stained with iodine from painting and my thumbs black with homemade ink.
my phone has either rung too many times or not enough but it was pleasant to take a drive through the night.
tomorrow i have things to do and, in between the doing of things, i may have lunch near the ocean.
i take better care of myself, these days.
heyy would you be willing to write some fluffy & adorable platonic interaction between Logan & little!Virgil ? i love your age-play writing!! c: