Justice is My Copilot @Paperclippe@witches.town

She took a drag off of her cigarette, flicked ash in a practiced way into a little bronze dish.

“I’ll tell you what, though,” she muttered, blowing smoke up to the ceiling, where it hovered around the single exposed bulb like a sooty moth, “JFK didn’t have a hell of a lot to say.”

#writingprompts #writing #promptober

Pals. I finally got my Anders tattoo. I’m so happy. https://witches.town/media/tJslnX6apwS5CpnMtEg

I just had literally the best conversation with my partner about technical terms for space junk, like flotsam and jetsam and which Mars rovers are technically derelict and up for salvage.

Sometimes you learn to love someone in a completely different way even after like six years and it's just the most amazing fucking thing.

Bought some new lipstick #cutewitches https://witches.town/media/bMdy2bbpZV0SXFfoGxo

Before et after https://witches.town/media/afBgJudd2WhVQET5Q0s https://witches.town/media/u1T8gCDusgKzr6hbC0w https://witches.town/media/pN5K8GcSMOAeS3z-4cU

ALL MAH HURS ARE GAWN

I mean GOOD MORNING MASTO LET’S GO GET HAIR CUTS

Uh no you’re thirty years old and on a disgusting My Chemical Romance kick

Immediately post your Green Day kick

It's finished

It's heckin' finished

I should be doing all of this over on my writing.exchange account but it's really dead over there :(

I just used the phrase "cellar door."

Do I leave it and hate myself a little bit? Do I change it? Do I leave it with a wink and a nod?

I really need to finish this submission. I'm so unused to writing horror though that I have to take breaks every fifteen minutes to doubt myself.

You know I honestly thought I would be more nervous about this decision but I am at such a point of “fuck it” that I don’t even care. I’m just like... it’ll grow back

And I even kind of hope it doesn’t.

Welp that's it

I'm getting a haircut tomorrow for the first time in seven years

I also feel like I'm really really ready to cut my hair

Like all of it

Right the fuck off

Three fucking feet

Bought tobacco and bay leaf scented shampoo and I'm ready to feel sexy

Mama, we all go to hell
Mama, we all go to hell
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well
Mama, we all go to hell

Oh, well, now
Mama, we're all gonna die
Mama, we're all gonna die
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry
Mama, we're all gonna die

And when we go don't blame us, yeah
We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah
You made us oh, so famous
We'll never let you go
And when you go, don't return to me, my love

You know what kind of a day it is at work when your (equally) middle-aged coworkers throw up their hands and are like "fuck it we're listening to My Chemical Romance"

Ah, the library

Trying something new on the Patreon and I'm pretty amped and kind of scared >_>

https://www.patreon.com/posts/14755037

To keep on the chill, ambient vibe: anterograde
https://8tracks.com/lunachild/anterograde

The only upside(?) to this is that I'm actually focusing on work while I'm at work and might actually get it all done today instead of martyring myself to the horror story I'm trying to write, which I want to have done by or on Sunday so I have a whole week to edit it. (Though I did take time to write two more pieces of flash fiction over on my writing.exchange account, and I actually like them both a lot, migraine be damned.)