Journeys End In...

Kisses    Mourning Doves  Tucson, AZ   January 2020

me, begging, tears in my eyes: please. please just tell me what the book is about. the plot. please

a book annotation on the cover, unfazed: A Subversive Masterpiece. A Deep And Touching Story. The New York Times Bestseller. Go Fuck Yourself

Binged this recently, because, Ju Ji Hoon.

These two though, Jaewon is completely smitten with Kang Hyuk 😂👀 it was always going to be Trauma surgery from that first knife pull. Kang Hyuk had him at Hello

I'm going to make sure you regret choosing trauma surgery. 🚑 THE TRAUMA CODE: HEROES ON CALL (2025)

sometimes the best writing advice is "just let it be bad." revolutionary. terrifying. but it works.

👑 She can do no wrong and must be protected at all times (re-uploaded)

found the file for this 2015 sketch and decided to update her Ko-Fi

Can’t believe we’ve already reached the halfway point of this fic - time really flies by! 🙌🏼

Chapter 4: Another break-in, another escape. This time, though, someone gets to play nurse. Also, Hange’s hands seem to have developed a mysterious attraction to Levi’s hair. 

Creativity is a muscle - something inherently exercise-able. That’s what I’ve been taught, anyway.

Sometimes I worry that my imagination has rusted away, atrophied, disintegrated. But then I have the most interesting dream, and it tells me not to worry.

All is not lost.

My everyday life demands more and more of my attention these days. My window of opportunity for living in daydream ether becomes smaller and smaller by the week, it seems. A part of my brain is panicking, saying I don’t have enough time - I feel like that’s part lie.

But complacency has its damage. Its toll.

And it’s hard not to listen to that part-alarm, part-siren in my head, when for so long all I wanted to do was create.

I’d be a fool to ignore it, even if it’s just an anxious attempt to keep that part of me alive and well.

Because I do care about the little lost artist. She is me, after all.

writing badly and cringily is actually an essential part of the writing process, both in terms of individual projects and in gaining voice and confidence as a writer in the long term. there is no way around the cringe. there's no way around the work.

when you have a bad habit of scribbling on any loose piece of paper you own in between life things and work meetings (lol, sorry boss). and stuffing said pieces of papers away then you forget about them, until months later...

this is going to be fun (or trigger flight response) to re-read, organise and maybe transfer onto the computer.