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Younger me might disappoint me in other ways, but her music taste was impacable

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It's that terrible time of the month where I feel raw and plain exhaustion. No inspiration to read, write or workout, no energy to work or pretend to be okay. Just existing in my gross, soggy emotions and letting my brain remind me of all the terrible things that have hurt me and pissed me off over the past months. It's amazing really, so fucking fantastic and beautiful!

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Working on a new project that I'm excited about. My writing has improved sm since my first book and I've found better ways to express my thoughts and feelings. What better way to test that out and explore it than with a new project? Vibe is old timey, forbidden love, majestic trees, pretty ball gowns, and pretty ladies, sapphic romance and I'm hoping to paint the image I have in my brain perfectly. I want utter perfection and mistakes and disasters on the pages. I hope you guys get to meet Lilith and Willow soon (Unless I change their names)