FIor the last month I gave myself one stupidly simple rule: every morning, before YouTube, games, Reddit, random browsing or anything I actually wanted to do, did one important thing before anything fun for 30 days and it worked better than every productivity system I've tried
Im so bad at writing the final confession. I need some tips cause I can't for the love of god write a serious scene. Like the story needs to end already plzz 😭😭
On Longing I wrote On Longing after placing my hand near the wood that held my mother’s name. The poem examines how material boundaries fail to contain loss, and how darkness presses identity into one shape that cannot be separated.
Same routine school drop off jobs and then pick up home , I like my self employed as I can work the hours I want but I'm finding my self more and more not wanting to do it I can feel a shift ( if you believe in that kinda stuff ) , But I just can't rattle my brain I scared about
Jfackie ate pavement. He was up in a heartbeat, spinning back into the fray, while Jade scrambled to keep away from MC Cobra and DJ Fist.rom behind): “Eat this!” — and drove a boot into Jackie’s back.