The sun would briefly shine through and I would think 'oh that is Heyer-esque' but then the clouds would roll back in and I was left with shadows and regrets.
if i could put timeeeee in a bottle | writing diaries #4
As Jane Austen said, the heat keeps one 'in a continual state of inelegance' and I feel that. I really, really do.
jean-jacques rousseau, please stop confessing!
Jean-Jacques was born. And everybody has been suffering ever since.
everything is awful AKA existential dread AKA what’s a person to do?
If you can't do it perfectly, at least do it badly ... (This is really just a post to help myself; to stave off the feeling of dread and the paralysis of fear.)
yesteryear all my troubles seemed so far awayyyyy
I don't like Christian fiction because I find that the veil that separates the sermon from the story is threadbare, and it becomes a didactic mess; Yesteryear has the same issue.
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