His Little Twisted Tooth

His little twisted tooth 🥹

is this allowed??

once again, alone in my interest

Some days are about motivation.

Most days are about discipline.

delusional wannabe author

i have deluded myself into believing that scrolling through Pinterest, in the ambience of soft lighting, in the hours past midnight, accompanied by iced shaken espressos is equivalent to the act of writing

yet somehow, i awaken, surprised and mostly disappointed that my writing projects have not grown

I’m sorry for assuming you liked me as much as I liked you.

She, in fact, didn’t assume erroneously. This was one of his most favorite things about her: her receptivity, if not delusion.

He was coward, however. It would take years of maturing for him to finally reflect on his past decisions (or lack thereof) with regret and grief. By then, she would have moved on, settled down, reared a family. He’d be left with the sole company of what-ifs.