Bohemian lifestyle: found fine art brushes drying in the toothbrush cup.
27.12.2025 08:48
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Bohemian lifestyle: found fine art brushes drying in the toothbrush cup.
Whoever invented bird-song alarms lived in a megapolis. Anyone whoβs ever heard a robin claiming its territory would never want to train themselves to wake up to birds.
Thank you!
No birthday balloons here π€
Spending my birthday in Phandalin searching for the guy who hired our party and went missing. Gundren, if you are reading this, you still owe us the rest of the payment.
ΠΠ½ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΠ°Π½Π΄ΠΎΠΌ Π±ΡΠ», Ρ ΠΎΠ±Π·ΠΎΡΡ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Π»! (Π½Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³ΠΎ...)
Had a ferritin blood test. Failed. Retake in a month. Revising for the reattempt.
ΠΡΠΈΡΡΠ½Π°Ρ!
ΠΠ°, ΠΌΠ½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ...
Distant blue sky in mid-November
Magic realism is the realism, any realism devoid of magic should be classified as hard sci-fi, dixi.
Been compared to Marquez and Pavich in the writing workshop. Blunt flattery, but it works. Stirred.
And yet, it could still benefit from another twenty endgame chapters. You know, where 1) the political plot concludes, 2) there's a family dinner, with the family, 3) Taiven gets asked out on a date, and 4) to everyone's sheer disbelief, AUTUMN ARRIVES, and they have to switch to their AUTUMN SHOES.
Dear friends who've recommended "The Mother of Learning" to me at different times: you guys are incredibly patient.
Well, I'm officially incredibly patient too. But seriously, it's so highly diluted! And emotions in that story are on the brink of extinction.
Okay, someone suggested starting by reposting some old tweets from Twitter, and that I will do.