I Love Old Science Fiction Because It’s All Like “IT’S THE DISTANT YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND THREE

before you respond to anon hate resend it to yourself with a carefully placed typo that you can then mock at their expense

in dedication to summer rain and the smell of petrichor

Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

Throwback thursday to when I was like 12 and I was putting out new writing DAILY...... Like entire Chapters of my then-current wips just, over an afternoon. What the fuck was I on

the smell of wood smoke does have certain emotional benefits