Rune Rosen

I LIVEEEEEEE 
          
          And am struggling with finals. But like meh, I reset my life to be healthy, which includes not being so chronically online on social media.  I’m very happy with it, and I may end up writing something, maybe fanfiction? I just want the really, really niche things so few think of and don’t turn into straight smut.
          
          But then I probably wouldn’t enjoy it for fun to have it, read it, etc. But yeah. School sucks low-key, but I’ve gotten used to it. It’s better than home, freedom and all. Still a proud bulldog! 
          
          This is just me doing my occasional hello and goodbye per usual, where I appear for a time before disappearing, and possibly dropping something. I’ve been cooking on some original stuff, so I may make a oneshot (that stays a oneshot for once) and post. I’ll have to ask around on ideas for that.
          
          Anywho, appreciate y’all, happy holidays, or happy end of the year if you don’t celebrate holidays. I’m finally in the part of Alabama that tends to get snow, so hopefully I’ll see something cool!

To doordash, or not to doordash

Has your profile always said Deep South or did you recently change that?

The worst thing about writing is that, for me, writing means I’m hitting rock bottom. And that’s something I despise and yet crave because it is when my mind’s eye innovates and forms new ideas.

So my college’s mascot is a bulldog….so if I’m a bulldog now, does that officially make me a bitch?

IT IS 23:53 I AM MOVING LIKE A TREE IN THE WIND LIKE THE WAVES BRANCHES BREAKING FALLING AWAY HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE Y’ALL WANT SOME NEW POEMS OR SOMETHIN’ MAYBE EVEN A FOLLOW-UP TO THE STORY

On a sidenote though, those results probably will end up being used for a short story or something.

Saw one of those psychology tests, where the results are like “the person you imagined is the one you’re closest to” and etc. And I had absolutely bonkers answers, with the question asking “how wet are you” when talking about when you step into the body of water you imagined in order to go back the way you came, I said I wasn’t wet at all. That I was scorched dry. It meant how deep the water was and I- I’m not wet at all? Help!

This is like me talking to myself now. Dope.