MJ Wynn 💭
@girlystonerpop.bsky.social
Authoring my dreams, blogging through the mess ✨
Words > drama, always 📚
Catch me in my writer’s era, crafting stories & good vibes 💖✍️
Website: bit.ly/MJUnfiltered
Link Hub: beacons.ai/mjwynn
Words > drama, always 📚
Catch me in my writer’s era, crafting stories & good vibes 💖✍️
Website: bit.ly/MJUnfiltered
Link Hub: beacons.ai/mjwynn
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MJ Wynn 💭
@girlystonerpop.bsky.social
· Oct 28
There’s something comforting about a Discord that feels like a group FaceTime with your funniest friends. Weekly movie nights, book & football chats (Chiefs Kingdom 🫶), a chaotic Taylor Swift bot, and cozy weed-friendly vibes for millennials & elder Gen Zs 🌿
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
became a chiefs fan during a super bowl win
turns out that sets expectations you don’t even realize you’re carrying
this season was built on “almost”
which is exhausting
not our year. still my team.
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turns out that sets expectations you don’t even realize you’re carrying
this season was built on “almost”
which is exhausting
not our year. still my team.
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Not Our Year, Always My Team
I became a Chiefs fan during a Super Bowl win and didn’t expect how hard a rough season would hit. This post is me sitting with disappointment, learning what fandom really means, and why I’m still her...
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January 8, 2026 at 3:07 PM
became a chiefs fan during a super bowl win
turns out that sets expectations you don’t even realize you’re carrying
this season was built on “almost”
which is exhausting
not our year. still my team.
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
turns out that sets expectations you don’t even realize you’re carrying
this season was built on “almost”
which is exhausting
not our year. still my team.
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Reflective, intimate, no fluff.
It’s New Year’s Eve. My sourdough failed, and it felt weirdly symbolic.
After years of broken resolutions, I’m skipping them entirely this year—choosing instead to show up, learn, and try again anyway.
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It’s New Year’s Eve. My sourdough failed, and it felt weirdly symbolic.
After years of broken resolutions, I’m skipping them entirely this year—choosing instead to show up, learn, and try again anyway.
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No Resolutions, Just Showing Up
A reflective New Year’s Eve blog about failed sourdough, abandoned resolutions, and choosing to show up imperfectly. A millennial perspective on letting go of New Year’s resolutions and learning to se...
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January 1, 2026 at 10:17 PM
Reflective, intimate, no fluff.
It’s New Year’s Eve. My sourdough failed, and it felt weirdly symbolic.
After years of broken resolutions, I’m skipping them entirely this year—choosing instead to show up, learn, and try again anyway.
🔗 mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
It’s New Year’s Eve. My sourdough failed, and it felt weirdly symbolic.
After years of broken resolutions, I’m skipping them entirely this year—choosing instead to show up, learn, and try again anyway.
🔗 mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
TRIGGER WARNING
I dreamed I died, but the part that hit wasn’t the death — it was seeing the exact place where it happened. No body, no drama, just the outline of an ending I didn’t know already happened.
New post on symbolic death & shedding old versions of yourself.
I dreamed I died, but the part that hit wasn’t the death — it was seeing the exact place where it happened. No body, no drama, just the outline of an ending I didn’t know already happened.
New post on symbolic death & shedding old versions of yourself.
I Had a Dream That I Died
A reflective deep dive into a vivid dream where I experienced my own symbolic “death.” Exploring the mattress, decomposition, and strange calm that followed, this post unpacks what endings, transforma...
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December 10, 2025 at 2:28 AM
TRIGGER WARNING
I dreamed I died, but the part that hit wasn’t the death — it was seeing the exact place where it happened. No body, no drama, just the outline of an ending I didn’t know already happened.
New post on symbolic death & shedding old versions of yourself.
I dreamed I died, but the part that hit wasn’t the death — it was seeing the exact place where it happened. No body, no drama, just the outline of an ending I didn’t know already happened.
New post on symbolic death & shedding old versions of yourself.
Posted a new MJ’s Mailbox today. Someone wrote in about that weird limbo feeling — when your space is suddenly too quiet and you’re forced to sit with yourself.
Change isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just… noticing you’re tired of the same day.
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Change isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just… noticing you’re tired of the same day.
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MJ’s Mailbox: Learning to Move Forward Again
A heartfelt MJ’s Mailbox entry diving into the fear of change, empty-room loneliness, and learning to rebuild your life one honest moment at a time. For anyone standing at the edge of a new chapter an...
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December 3, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Posted a new MJ’s Mailbox today. Someone wrote in about that weird limbo feeling — when your space is suddenly too quiet and you’re forced to sit with yourself.
Change isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just… noticing you’re tired of the same day.
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Change isn’t loud. Sometimes it’s just… noticing you’re tired of the same day.
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Moving soon. It’s strange how “space” becomes emotional as an adult — not the square footage, but the permission to breathe, to exist without shrinking yourself. This move feels like choosing softness on purpose. Like building a life instead of surviving one.
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We're Moving
Big life update: my girlfriend and I are moving out together for the first time! Two lives, three cats, four fans, and all the cozy chaos. Follow along as we navigate love, life, and this exciting nex...
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November 18, 2025 at 4:14 PM
Moving soon. It’s strange how “space” becomes emotional as an adult — not the square footage, but the permission to breathe, to exist without shrinking yourself. This move feels like choosing softness on purpose. Like building a life instead of surviving one.
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Apparently being loved too much is uncool now. Wild. After being made to feel optional, I crave the clingy ones—the ones who show up, who reach out, who make love feel like a home, not a maybe. That’s the energy.
#blogging
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#blogging
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I Love a Clingy Partner
After being made to feel “too much” for wanting closeness, I’ve learned that clingy love isn’t weakness—it’s warmth. This post explores why needing someone isn’t desperate, it’s human. Give me the lov...
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November 11, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Apparently being loved too much is uncool now. Wild. After being made to feel optional, I crave the clingy ones—the ones who show up, who reach out, who make love feel like a home, not a maybe. That’s the energy.
#blogging
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#blogging
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Family’s weird. The ones who raised me are gone, the ones who share my blood feel like strangers, and I’m somewhere in the middle trying to make peace with both.
New blog: about loss, belonging, and learning that “home” can be people you find later. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
New blog: about loss, belonging, and learning that “home” can be people you find later. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
"Ken's Daughter"
A deeply personal reflection on family, loss, and growing up feeling like an outsider in your own bloodline. Navigating grief, distance, and identity — and the ache of being known only as Ken’s daught...
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November 4, 2025 at 1:05 PM
Family’s weird. The ones who raised me are gone, the ones who share my blood feel like strangers, and I’m somewhere in the middle trying to make peace with both.
New blog: about loss, belonging, and learning that “home” can be people you find later. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
New blog: about loss, belonging, and learning that “home” can be people you find later. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Happy Halloween to the readers, dreamers, candy hoarders, and cozy chaos lovers 🎃🖤 Hope tonight treats you kindly (and maybe gives you a good scare or two).
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October 31, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Happy Halloween to the readers, dreamers, candy hoarders, and cozy chaos lovers 🎃🖤 Hope tonight treats you kindly (and maybe gives you a good scare or two).
There’s something comforting about a Discord that feels like a group FaceTime with your funniest friends. Weekly movie nights, book & football chats (Chiefs Kingdom 🫶), a chaotic Taylor Swift bot, and cozy weed-friendly vibes for millennials & elder Gen Zs 🌿
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
October 28, 2025 at 7:30 PM
There’s something comforting about a Discord that feels like a group FaceTime with your funniest friends. Weekly movie nights, book & football chats (Chiefs Kingdom 🫶), a chaotic Taylor Swift bot, and cozy weed-friendly vibes for millennials & elder Gen Zs 🌿
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
There’s no big fallout. No drama. Just the quiet drift that happens when life splits into different timelines.
I wrote about the ache of growing apart from people you still care about — the soft grief of distance without resentment.
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I wrote about the ache of growing apart from people you still care about — the soft grief of distance without resentment.
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We Don’t Hang Out Like We Used To
Growing apart doesn’t always mean falling out — sometimes it’s just life shifting around you. A reflective look at friendship, distance, and learning to love people from afar, even when you don’t know...
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October 28, 2025 at 4:49 PM
There’s no big fallout. No drama. Just the quiet drift that happens when life splits into different timelines.
I wrote about the ache of growing apart from people you still care about — the soft grief of distance without resentment.
🖤 mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
I wrote about the ache of growing apart from people you still care about — the soft grief of distance without resentment.
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Sometimes I wonder when “sharing” online turned into performance art.
I miss when we posted for fun — not for proof of existence.
Maybe we all just want to feel seen… even if it’s through a like that expires by morning.
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I miss when we posted for fun — not for proof of existence.
Maybe we all just want to feel seen… even if it’s through a like that expires by morning.
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The Currency of Validation
After a burnout break, MJ reflects on how likes and follows have turned into modern social currency—and what it means to find real connection in a world obsessed with digital validation.
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October 21, 2025 at 4:32 PM
Sometimes I wonder when “sharing” online turned into performance art.
I miss when we posted for fun — not for proof of existence.
Maybe we all just want to feel seen… even if it’s through a like that expires by morning.
🔗 mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
I miss when we posted for fun — not for proof of existence.
Maybe we all just want to feel seen… even if it’s through a like that expires by morning.
🔗 mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
I miss the version of me who laughed too loud and wore glitter eyeliner in daylight. Somewhere along the way, I lost her—or buried her under survival mode. This week’s post is about remembering, rebuilding, and being curious about who I am now. 🖤
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Relearning Who "Me" Is
I’ve been realizing lately that I don’t really know who I am anymore—or at least, not like I used to. This post is me trying to untangle that feeling, to figure out what “being myself” even means afte...
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October 7, 2025 at 3:00 PM
I miss the version of me who laughed too loud and wore glitter eyeliner in daylight. Somewhere along the way, I lost her—or buried her under survival mode. This week’s post is about remembering, rebuilding, and being curious about who I am now. 🖤
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
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Hunter Donovan learned early you don’t leave Saskatoon without scars. Years later, the city feels more like a ghost than a hometown—something he carries while the world only sees the sunglasses, the attitude, the noise.
But under all that? A story waiting to crack open. 🎸✍🏼
#BTL #DebutNovel #WIP
But under all that? A story waiting to crack open. 🎸✍🏼
#BTL #DebutNovel #WIP
October 1, 2025 at 12:39 AM
Hunter Donovan learned early you don’t leave Saskatoon without scars. Years later, the city feels more like a ghost than a hometown—something he carries while the world only sees the sunglasses, the attitude, the noise.
But under all that? A story waiting to crack open. 🎸✍🏼
#BTL #DebutNovel #WIP
But under all that? A story waiting to crack open. 🎸✍🏼
#BTL #DebutNovel #WIP
Sometimes writing isn’t about brilliance. It’s about pinning the season you’re living through—catching the shift, even if your brain feels like mashed potatoes. This week I wrote about fall’s strange comfort: golden light, messy thoughts, slowing down. 🍂
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Golden Hours, Messy Thoughts
A reflective fall blog post about slowing down, embracing comfort, and finding beauty in the small, messy moments. Cozy vibes, golden hours, and the kind of seasonal introspection that reminds you to ...
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October 1, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Sometimes writing isn’t about brilliance. It’s about pinning the season you’re living through—catching the shift, even if your brain feels like mashed potatoes. This week I wrote about fall’s strange comfort: golden light, messy thoughts, slowing down. 🍂
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Noticing is my toxic trait. I don’t mean to keep score, but silence is loud. A shrug hits different when you needed a “holy shit, I’m proud of you.” This week’s post is about the little things—and why they aren’t little at all.
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The Things I Notice
I notice the little things—who shows up, who doesn’t, and how it shapes my life. A reflective, late-night journal-style post about friendship, support, and learning to value the people who truly celeb...
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September 23, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Noticing is my toxic trait. I don’t mean to keep score, but silence is loud. A shrug hits different when you needed a “holy shit, I’m proud of you.” This week’s post is about the little things—and why they aren’t little at all.
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Something’s brewing. ⚡ A city you know… a life you thought was steady… and someone returning with more baggage than anyone expects. 🎸🖋️ Sparks fly, boundaries blur, and everything changes. 🖤 #SmallTownRomance #RockstarRomance #BookTease #WIP
September 20, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Something’s brewing. ⚡ A city you know… a life you thought was steady… and someone returning with more baggage than anyone expects. 🎸🖋️ Sparks fly, boundaries blur, and everything changes. 🖤 #SmallTownRomance #RockstarRomance #BookTease #WIP
I wasn’t in a stadium. No sequins, no bracelets, no floor seats. But I still felt the Eras Tour—the goosebumps, the chaos, the collective screams—through livestreams and comment sections. That’s the magic of community. New post: mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Experiencing the Eras Tour Without Being There
Couldn’t attend the Eras Tour? Same. Thanks to Swifties livestreaming every night, I still lived the magic—blurry screens, big screams, pure joy.
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September 16, 2025 at 7:12 PM
I wasn’t in a stadium. No sequins, no bracelets, no floor seats. But I still felt the Eras Tour—the goosebumps, the chaos, the collective screams—through livestreams and comment sections. That’s the magic of community. New post: mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
My entire adult life feels like realizing “comfort” isn’t laziness, it’s survival. Systems, shortcuts, little speedruns for daily life—it’s not weakness, it’s respect for my own bandwidth. New blog on designing life around me instead of bending myself around life. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
Choosing Comfort, Choosing Me
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned to prioritize comfort above all else. Being autistic means systems matter—less steps, more ease. In this post, I explore how I streamline life, choose my battles, an...
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September 9, 2025 at 4:58 PM
My entire adult life feels like realizing “comfort” isn’t laziness, it’s survival. Systems, shortcuts, little speedruns for daily life—it’s not weakness, it’s respect for my own bandwidth. New blog on designing life around me instead of bending myself around life. mjwynn.wixsite.com/mjunfiltered...
When I was a kid, I thought milestones would feel like fireworks. Turns out, they feel like curling up in a bookstore you love and realizing—holy shit—I get to be part of this. Pages of Passion made me their ambassador, and younger me is crying in her notebook rn.
I’m Officially a Bookstore Ambassador!
I’m officially an ambassador for my favorite local romance bookstore! After rediscovering reading last year (thanks Ana Huang), I get to rep indie romance, share a discount code, and reflect on my jou...
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September 2, 2025 at 3:23 PM
When I was a kid, I thought milestones would feel like fireworks. Turns out, they feel like curling up in a bookstore you love and realizing—holy shit—I get to be part of this. Pages of Passion made me their ambassador, and younger me is crying in her notebook rn.
There’s a certain ache to being “with people” but not really with them. That quiet third-wheel invisibility. Lately, I’ve been learning to find presence elsewhere—even if that means creating moments on my own. New post is live.
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Third Wheel or Just Tired?
It’s hard being the single friend in a group with a couple. Lately, it’s felt less like I’m part of things and more like I’m just there. A late-night ramble about loneliness, friendship, and why I’ve ...
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August 26, 2025 at 3:00 PM
There’s a certain ache to being “with people” but not really with them. That quiet third-wheel invisibility. Lately, I’ve been learning to find presence elsewhere—even if that means creating moments on my own. New post is live.
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
This week’s blog is about the quiet hell of trying to “be consistent” as a creative when capitalism keeps chewing on your ankles. It’s not about producing—it’s about returning, again and again, even if all you’ve got is a whisper.
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MJ’s Mailbox: Real Talk for Tired Creatives
Feeling stuck between burnout and the urge to create? A reader writes in asking how to stay consistent as a creative when life keeps lifing—and MJ writes back.
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August 19, 2025 at 3:10 PM
This week’s blog is about the quiet hell of trying to “be consistent” as a creative when capitalism keeps chewing on your ankles. It’s not about producing—it’s about returning, again and again, even if all you’ve got is a whisper.
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
It’s been a year of writing about life like it’s a group chat no one asked to be in.
The Pot Ponderer was supposed to be a side project; it became my digital diary with an audience. Now I’m wondering if oversharing is my love language.
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The Pot Ponderer was supposed to be a side project; it became my digital diary with an audience. Now I’m wondering if oversharing is my love language.
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One Year Later and I’m Still Oversharing
Celebrating one year of The Pot Ponderer — a chaotic, heartfelt journey through blogging, burnout, blunts, and becoming. From late-night rambles to main character moments, here’s what a year of consis...
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August 12, 2025 at 7:39 PM
It’s been a year of writing about life like it’s a group chat no one asked to be in.
The Pot Ponderer was supposed to be a side project; it became my digital diary with an audience. Now I’m wondering if oversharing is my love language.
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
The Pot Ponderer was supposed to be a side project; it became my digital diary with an audience. Now I’m wondering if oversharing is my love language.
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
my Discord is open: soft chaos, books, polls, and general group chat vibes 💬
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
✨ note: your account needs to be 1 month old to join — spammy baby accounts ruined it for everyone, oops.
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
✨ note: your account needs to be 1 month old to join — spammy baby accounts ruined it for everyone, oops.
August 6, 2025 at 6:36 PM
my Discord is open: soft chaos, books, polls, and general group chat vibes 💬
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
✨ note: your account needs to be 1 month old to join — spammy baby accounts ruined it for everyone, oops.
discord.gg/FVMGUzpTpz
✨ note: your account needs to be 1 month old to join — spammy baby accounts ruined it for everyone, oops.
What do you do when the girl you met as a teen moves in years later like no time passed at all? You spiral a little, write about fate, queer timing, and kitchen-sharing intimacy.
Blog: The Start of Us
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Blog: The Start of Us
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July 29, 2025 at 3:38 PM
What do you do when the girl you met as a teen moves in years later like no time passed at all? You spiral a little, write about fate, queer timing, and kitchen-sharing intimacy.
Blog: The Start of Us
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Blog: The Start of Us
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New blog is up:
The emotional equivalent of lighting a joint while looking at a text you shouldn’t reply to but probably will.
It’s about want. And fear. And letting the chaos win (a little).
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
The emotional equivalent of lighting a joint while looking at a text you shouldn’t reply to but probably will.
It’s about want. And fear. And letting the chaos win (a little).
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
Dear Diary: I Think I'm About to Do Something Reckless Again...
Late-night musings on chasing a local bookstore ambassadorship, falling back in love with books, and reigniting that all‑in passion for stories, community, and midnight reading recaps.
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July 22, 2025 at 5:09 PM
New blog is up:
The emotional equivalent of lighting a joint while looking at a text you shouldn’t reply to but probably will.
It’s about want. And fear. And letting the chaos win (a little).
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...
The emotional equivalent of lighting a joint while looking at a text you shouldn’t reply to but probably will.
It’s about want. And fear. And letting the chaos win (a little).
mjwynnauthor.wixsite.com/thepotponder...