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Me, typing into Google: How do I stop getting attached to the genderbent versions of my OCs?

I want to write a book of short stories so surreal and memorable that they get printed in prose collections that people write analytical essays on and obsess over their symbolism

There's something so magical about the stars. When you look at them, you're looking back millennia in the past, back to ages that predate our own planet. Those celestial diamonds that glimmer against black velvet have watched over our ancestors will watch over us and all those yet to come

The fact that I got to witness five hundred years' worth of oppression, humiliation, struggle and agony come to an end in a blaze of glory will never cease to awe me. The people who had sacrificed their lives for the mandir can finally rest in peace now.

Jai Shree Ram! 🪔🪔🪔

Morning bird this, night owl that, permanently exhausted pigeon whatever. Have you ever considered being a chaotic raven with no sense of time or schedule

Me beating back the nihilistic thoughts with a stick every time I feel the slightest bit of happiness

Being obsessed with your own OCs is such a wonderful thing because it's like being obsessed with yourself without you knowing it

There's a crow who visits my aunt's house every day to eat balls of raw chapati. It sits in the windowsill and watches her roll the dough but doesn't try to take any for itself- even when she offers it some.

She has to say, "You can eat this," and that's when it actually takes the chapati. If she leaves the chapati in front of it without telling it to take it, the crow actually reminds her to do so by cawing at her.

Repeatedly.

I swear, crows will never cease to amaze me.

It's ridiculous how the word for today and tomorrow is the exact same thing in Hindi

I don't get how a language that has more than seventy synonyms for the moon can struggle with making up separate words for 'today' and 'tomorrow'

When I was five, I overheard my friends' friend Tamara telling them that she was moving to Poland and that there wouldn't be school over there.

She obviously meant that the summer vacation would be ongoing but my idiotic self jumped to Poland having no schools at all, making me want to move there myself.

Two years later, I was working on an assignment related to the Warsaw Basilisk and I wanted to check where Warsaw was as it was the first time I'd heard the name.

I can't tell you how disappointed I was when I found out that Poland was a regular country like mine and not a wonderland where schools weren't a thing.

I'm so used to seeing Americans only in movies and shows that the fact that they exist in real life feels almost unreal. I went to Keoladeo National Park a few months ago and got whiplash when I heard an American tourist speak

In theory, I'm dark academia. In practice, I'm chaotic academia

Things I've Googled as a Writer

Can injecting oleander sap into your veins kill you

Does eating your own clone count as cannibalism

How do moons die

Was tuberculosis common on the Eastern Front of WW1

Did Neanderthals believe in demons

Do moths hate butterflies

How much money does a hitman cost

Prolific Japanese serial killers

How long does it take for someone to die of nightshade poisoning

Average number of corpses in a mass grave

Forbidden deities in Hinduism

How do people join cults

What to expect when digging up a hundred y/o corpse

Synonyms for said

It's so funny how my chosen name is somewhat related to my IRL name

Recurring Themes in My Writing

Autistic/autistic-coded protagonists

Barely human characters e.g. living weapons

Black cat x golden retriever

Childhood trauma

Found family

Gods, demons and spirits

Introspection

Lunar deities

Manipulative villains

One person armies

References to Hindu culture

Self-destructive mentalities

Secret societies

My gender is suddenly remembering about all the deadlines you forgot about and panicking

I should've known that I was greyplatonic when six y/o me thought that the 'friendship is magic' part of MLP was bullshit

I love writing and reading about towns and cities full of secrets and mysteries, where almost none of the residents are truly innocent

We need to talk more about past special interests that you feel nostalgic about but can't return to because of a lack of true passion or an aversion to said interest

Edit: I just realised I didn't add the More Than One Option and None of These choices so just pick the one you vibe with the most :'D