the temptation to rewrite my old stories: *exists*
me: lmfao nah im just gonna unpublish them
say buh bye :)
(maybe ill redo them at a later date, i just dont like them anymore)
when you dont know how to tell people your preferred name-
(its the worst when my childhood friend be talking to someone who knows my name and they go "Did you just call (me) Sam?!")
(Also hi trinity uhh yea-)
Was using a story generator for inspo and heres a quote from "Two Stable Uncles Talking to the Beat." Ahem.
"Elizabeth walked over to the window and reflected on her grand surroundings. The snow flurried like cooking owls."