of memory, etc.
“Hardly anybody ever writes anything nice about introverts. Extroverts rule. This is rather odd when you realise that about nineteen writers out of twenty are introverts. We have been taught to be ashamed of not being ‘outgoing’. But a writer’s job is ingoing.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin
my life these days is about preparing to write fanfic, playing my ds, work and showing up to therapy so don’t be filled with rageful jealousy all at once ok
instead of writing, i touch my laptop screen just to see that little flickering circle
Title: A Simple Motion
Album: 200 KM/H in the Wrong Lane: 10th Anniversary Edition
i had a dream maybe i was a witch, or an apprentice to one. i walked to the top of some stairs trying to light a torch with a spell containing a sort of special oil (the first time didn’t work and i was very embarrassed). there were grey statues that looked alive lining the stairs and ground below, and some with twig like hair that was on fire. maybe the greyness was ash. some of their faces were angry, some neutral, some terrified me so i passed by them. it was as if i was choosing one to awaken. anyway, i’m not sure what this means but i feel this was appropriate for october.
"Oh Mama No" - Vienna Teng