How Hard Can It Be? (Famous Last Words)

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 Did the lashes, by the way—a hit. Love my brain because I truly belong to the School of How Hard Can It Be, DIY faculty. Please do not have me understanding complex math and science things. I can, but those things have little to no wiggle room. Can you tell? Can you tell my issues with rules?

Anyway, you know what we need to bring back? "I know you’re asleep, but…" paragraphs. Man, I used to send these to everyone—they just added to the whimsy we all need in our lives, y’know?

Currently watching? Grey’s Anatomy. McDreamy? Not my dream. This man is a villain every two episodes. I need Mer to stand tf up!

Currently loving? Wings. The fries are implied—love them forever.

Currently missing? You. (Writer rizz. Take it or leave it.)

I’m on Substack right now as a reader, and wow—it’s like reading someone’s journal. Like tea, but consensual. Recently saw on there that to be a better writer, you need to read more. I agree, but also disagree—because, like… plagiarism, you know? But too late because I’m already a serial reader of everything.

Honestly, everyone needs to read more. Even the back of the cereal box. That way, when you casually drop chutzpah into conversation, people won’t think you’re doing too much. You are, but it’s literally your life.


Oh wait!Valentines..uhmm; happy valentines to all of you(well aware it's passed), love is literally all around us, be careful to not get tunnel vision looking for it just in it's romantic form. All my kisses!💋









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