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

Re last boost: I kinda am tho

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Tomorrow is SO's and my 6th anniversary, which means we got together on 11/11/11. This can only mean one thing:

That's right, folks. I'm pleased to announce that we'll be releasing our relationship for the Nintendo Switch.

New batch of short stories up on the Patreon! Two time travel tales and one about a very shy sea monster, as well as my new favorite characters, Alex and Christian from my queer dystopian short, making a return. patreon.com/posts/15298908

Low-key writing about queer powered people on my Patreon this week instead of putting up a chapter of my novel, because sometimes you just gotta tell a different kind of story.

I love these characters. I want to write a thousand more things about them. Maybe someday I will when I have time.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/alone-15250327?utm_campaign=postshare&utm_medium=social&utm_source=twitter

Completely losing my shit about gun violence over on birbsite. I'm so done being nice. I'm just ready to scream and block and scream some more.

Though it is making me feel a bit guilty because a friend is having a bad time today and has sent me like 35 texts and I just cannot deal with them. I responded to 20 over lunch. And her problems are Real Problems and Mine Are Not (this is not pity; mine are In My Head Problems and hers are Happening in the Real World Problems that Affect Her and Others), but I just... cannot appropriately respond. I can read them, and I can understand, but... I'm too tired. I have too few words. I just need the quiet.

Feeling really withdrawn today, but excited about a couple of things. A friend asked me to play at a show with him. Will be my first show in like ten years. Looking forward to going home and playing the guitar. And singing.

Have actually gotten pretty good at playing Norma John's Blackbird, which was one of my favorite Eurovision songs last year. And it's exactly sad enough.

Music has been helping me take my mind off of things. Partner bought my guitar picks tonight. Have been playing a little bit more, and shocker, I'm getting better.

Turns out if you practice something you get better at it. What a concept.

@Paperclippe I’m sure it was just damaged in shipping or something and went flat but man, way to ruin my evening, at least for a little while. Bleh.

One of the beers I bought and was really looking forward to drinking was punctured. Took a sip before I realized it. Now I’m paranoid I’ve been poisoned or something. I called the pizza place to let them know and they offered me a replacement the next time I came in which was sweet but I feel really gross and suspicious now.

Mood and/or level of exhaustion: moved to absolute tears by Fake Plastic Trees

@Paperclippe Answer? Fucking nowhere

When you’re trying to be a good employee so you get to work extra early but your boss isn’t here yet and you don’t have keys and your only abiding thought is, “Where the fuck can I get a pack of cigarettes at this time of the morning?”

I just need to get this off of my chest, that... occasionally the idea will pop into my head. It's a thing that exists there. I'll think of ramming something through my chest or my head when I hurt. Think of just stopping breathing - which was a thing I used to do as a kid a lot, just hold my breath when I was upset.

I'm not really sure if there's a point to all of this.

Famous last words, eh?

I've been thinking about suicide a lot lately.

Not in the sense that it's... something I want to do - god that even sounds trite to write, who wants to - or am going to, but... I've just been thinking about it. A friend of mine took his own life earlier this year, and though I haven't told too many people (anyone really, outside of the context of my migraines), I"ve been in almost constant pain, physical and emotional, though mostly emotional, the physical came later, for a while.

Again, I don't want to worry anyone or concern anyone. I'm not taking steps or anything.