sommergymnastica

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          Hi K. I've read so many of your stories and nothing has ever punched me in the gut so gracefully. In my opinion, all the stories you wrote about Hashimada are a beautiful dream and this song is like the last song of the beautiful dream...

My Kami... Your books are slowly but surely going to be devoured by the end of the month. I don't even care if I'm not part of a fandom. I'm addicted and I've only gotten through three books. OUT OF 44

How much suffering can a person swallow before it consumes them? Madara, hated Catholic deacon after a scandal within the Catholic Church and Tobirama, the police chief vowed to protect him who suffers from a grave porn addiction, both are at the very edge of what they can handle in their lives. Upon meeting, a curiosity ignites between them. They start to explore one another harshly, sexually, until finally, one of them can't take it anymore...
          
          Connecting Hollows, because I was craving writing both a priest and a police officer. 
          
          To be published...

Hi <3 I have written a new book. I am currently proof-reading it, which might take a few more days, because I want to publish it all in one go, which is something I have never done before. I will give you a little teaser about it as soon as I've written it.
          
          Currently re-reading Kingdom of Autumn Fire as my partner is reading it, and I decided to read along. It's one of the best books I've written, and if you haven't read it I hope you will, and that you'll love it <3
          
          Another plot line has started boiling in my brain. And I also have one or two half-written books. I wish I decided when inspiration hit and left, but I don't, haha. Naruto is not at all a popular universe anymore, and I am fine with that. I have always only written for myself, selfishly enough, so books that could read 10K readers now reaching a few hundreds isn't all that important. Writing is still so close to my heart.
          
          And I am doing good. I wanted to let you know that. I am happy, even if the mood I have created in here has been gloomy. Thank you for your support <3

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          I hope this makes your day ❤️ ✨ 

Cage of bones finished... This absolute havoc of a book. An echo of Temperature in so many ways, but still not... Not at all. 
          
          I have so many stories, so many stories within me, and it feels that if I just put my fingertips to my keyboard, they will write themselves but I can't. For the first time I can't because there is just too much within me, too much to say, that it would only become a word salad. 
          
          I've gotten comprehensively hurt. I was called a narcissist because I was afraid my colleagues hated me and I've spent weeks trying to puzzle myself together. Going from watching videos of me thinking "there dances a narcissist" to looking at myself in the mirror and carefully starting to believe that I'm a good person. 
          
          So many seem to believe my feelings are open for hurting and I ask myself why? Why is it that I am perceived to be a person that you can ignore once you've eased your heart about yourself? Why do people not notice these things? And what the fuck gives me the right to ask them to notice these things.
          
          So I pull away, silently, sitting in the echo chamber that is my own mind in isolation, chewing the same words of affirmation over and over just to convince myself that I am not worthless. That I am someone worth spending time with, worth considering inviting.
          
          Nobody, absolutely nobody wrote to me and asked me what happened when I left my dance studio while I know, deep in my heart, that if anyone else left as visibly as I did (my exotic heels took up half the shelf), I would have been the first one to contact them, not because I was curious but because I care. 
          
          Because I do care.
          
          This is the only place, the only spot where my mind is free because nobody knows me here. Nobody. And there is something good in that.

Happy birthday K.

I’m not dead just in the process of the huge life change of changing dance studios!
          
          Posted in my cosplay book for the first time in eons! Guess who! ;)
          
          Plan on getting back to Cage or bones tomorrow ❤️

He lovelies ❤️ I thought I’d let you know I’m back updating here after having been off for a while.
          
          I’m not dead and I’m sorry if anyone believed that! I’ve had a very, very hard time that I can’t even begin to explain, even if this is the only online space I would feel safe to do so. But some of you might know that I dance at elite level and I’ve had to switch studios.
          
          Now I feel so, so much better and I hope that soon, everything will be as it should be ❤️
          
          Thank you for staying with me 
          
          Xx K 

Hello lovelies ❤️
          
          CHAPTER ONE OF NEW BOOK Cage of bones is published! I have finished writing it a few months ago and I have NOOOO idea how it ends so proof-reading each chapter before posting is a treat haha ❤️ will publish chapter two today!   
          
          ALSO I have changed a paragraph in chapter 23 of Escape artistry as there was so much confusion as to why T left ❤️
          
          In short (SPOILER WARNING):
          
          T left because he blamed himself for being drunk when I was blinded. He thought he could have prevented it if he’d been sober. He saw himself as a drunk like his father and thought I deserved better
          
          THANK U for your feedback! ❤️