[another self-indulgent text post]

To.. cope. I’ve returned to fic-writing this evening. Those who’ve ever been in a room while I write will probably know I have to listen to music while I do it. 

So. I wrote a mini-score to the pretend film adaption of my fic and am merely writing down the pictures that my music paint. 

I know, how.. pretentious.

If like..

someone could just flirt with me or something to make me feel just the -tiniest- bit romantically appreciated. Because having heard half the shit I’ve heard said to me these past 48 hours, pick-me-ups are needed. y’know?