hi i'm uhhnonose- a sentient migraine wearing a hoodie and pretending to be a writer. my life philosophy: if batman can brood on rooftops at 3 a.m. and still function, so can i.

difference is, he's sexy and i have an over-caffeinated brain cell doing parkour. i write things. sometimes they make sense. mostly they're just long, poetic arguments between my emotional damage and my non-existing sense of humor.
 i don't plot, i spiral with flair. current stats:
• sleep: unknown.
• caffeine levels: tragic.
 • number of times i've compared myself to batman today: concerning. 

Every story i start begins with a deep quote and ends with me screaming into the void because my characters won't behave. i've accepted that i'm not the author, just the designated stenographer for whatever chaos leaks out of my brain. my update schedule is a cryptid sighting.
 i vanish, then suddenly appear at 5 a.m. with a chapter that reads like a fever dream and three paragraphs of emotional damage disguised as comedy.

 my characters are dramatic, morally confused, and allergic to healthy coping mechanisms - basically reflections of me, but with cooler dialogue.

 i would like to personally thank batman for being the blueprint for all my personality traits: mysterious, exhausted, emotionally unavailable, and dramatic for no reason. if i ever meet him, i'd sloppy toppy that hoe😈.

i believe in writing as performance art. if i'm not pacing my room like a tragic vigilante while narrating my own thoughts, what's even the point?
i am not a "calm writer"... i am screaming into the abyss with style, typa writer. i exist purely to cause literary whiplash and then apologize. 

welcome to my page. here we embrace chaos, over-dramatize everything, and pretend insomnia is a personality trait. 

i love my people, and especially sexy Batman.....
more on that later ;)

🦇i am vengeance. i am the night. i am running on vibes and caffeine🦇