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syrena_of_the_lakeWhile I would love to wax nostalgic about my grandpa’s rock collection, today is not that day. I actually just feel like rocks are grinding inside my skull, and I’m trying to get work done over the noise.
I want to finish reading NFE and respond to lovely stories and lovely comments! I want to finish writing my Remix fic, and maybe play in Madness! I want to sign up for the Star Wars Rarepair exchange!
Instead I am grinding rocks in my head like my grandpa’s tumbler, only without the promise of something shiny and polished on the other side. My migraines are weather-related, and Winter Is Coming.
I want to finish reading NFE and respond to lovely stories and lovely comments! I want to finish writing my Remix fic, and maybe play in Madness! I want to sign up for the Star Wars Rarepair exchange!
Instead I am grinding rocks in my head like my grandpa’s tumbler, only without the promise of something shiny and polished on the other side. My migraines are weather-related, and Winter Is Coming.
