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Idk why I've been putting off formatting my thesis for journal submission. I dunno graduation doesn't seem real right now.

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Your words

 

a barrier

 

between you

 

and the

 

eternal void.

 

Draft.in

 One of my favorite writing sites of all time is Draft.in because it's so minimal and you can co-edit on it. I don't get distracted by formatting or any buttons and can just write. Plus, you can organize things in different folders and stuff. It's more like a stripped down version of google docs to be honest. 

Morning

Shouta woke to the buzz of the coffee maker. He reached for his eye drops, put them in and blinked. Moisture leaked out of the corners of his eyes and he sucked in a breath. The weight in his chest remained. Sharp thorns constantly stabbed at his heart. He had to get up. There were kids who still needed him.

He sat up, took another breath and slowly got out of bed. The coffee maker beeped, loud and unfamiliar. He hadn't set it up last night. How?

A flicker in the corner and the bathroom light flicked on, warm yellow spilling out into the hall. He opened his mouth, a strangled gasp came out. The bathroom light didn't flicker.

He shuffled towards it. Each step sent a jolt through him. His bones ached and there was a violent tremble in his hands as he reached for the toothbrush.

The tap turned on. He wasn't touching it. The green was back and he shut his eyes, saw the bright splash of blood behind his eyelids and spat toothpaste out.

He didn't even try to shower.

The world blurred around him. The dark clawed its way in, wrapped around and tried to drown him. A soft voice with words lost to the wind rang in his ears. It might have been his name.

"Midoriya"

His voice full of gravel, dirt and blood. Words tore at his throat. His eyes burned. Time stretched and he wanted to remain and wallow in the stabbing of his heart.

"I'm sorry"

His eyes were always too dry to cry. He tore at his skin, let blood do it for him. Static buzzed in him, took away the world and the dark until there was nothing but emptiness.

He blinked. The ache in his eyes gone. His bandaged hands were holding a cup of coffee. There was an empty plate in front of him, chopsticks resting on the side.

The weight in his lungs grew heavier.

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Now that I have time, I should get back to doing #digitalart pic.twitter.com/VA4tnWUphS

— writingfish (@writingfish1) December 6, 2018

Also, I'm probably going to use Dreamwidth as some sort of digital bullet journal too

Spotify

Finally caved in and signed up for spotify since someone made me a playlist based on my tumblr. It's a nice playlist. XD

Playlist

I don't know how much I'll use it since I get most of my music from Youtube's automatic playlist feature. XD

Music Playlists

Making music playlists is hard. How do people do this? Like I'm trying to make a playlist of songs that I can write fake dating fics to, but all I have on it is:

• love on the brain
• earned it
• if I never see your face again

This is difficult and I admire people who can actually do this.