My Old Pen (left) Versus The Pen My Friend Just Gave Me (right)

Them: Shake what your Mama gave you!

Me: *stuffing my Autism, childhood trauma and cooking skills into maracas*

Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.

Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.

im sorry what did you say? cleaning my room? no no no you've got it confused. im a tired parent lovingly cleaning my young child's room after I have just put them aslseep.

Brand new sticks after a hour and a half of practice.

Sometimes I open up Google and get whiplash because I hadn't closed the incognito tab from last night

Anyways, I was right.

I'm not googling this just to prove you wrong, Im googling this because you mentioned a topic I'm very interested in

What I thought working in a library would be like,

What it's really like,

What it's really really like,

After careful research I've discovered that ...

...

I'm shit at flirting.

I'm not googling this just to prove you wrong, Im googling this because you mentioned a topic I'm very interested in