I’m so out of practice writing fiction now that it feels like pulling teeth, but I can’t continue any of my nonfiction WIPs because I have a renewed sense of protectiveness towards some of the players that keeps me from progressing…

blooming

friends who make you send them TS songs in zip file format so that the algorithm can’t tell they’re listening to her

this Friday:

-the man who went missing for three years let me buy him lunch
-the cartoon that got me through high school (along with the aforementioned man) came back on air after ten years
-my chest feels a million times lighter

cool #mushrooms on the way to work yesterday… anyone know what type these are?