Something ever after

I’ve come to the conclusion that relationships are just like being alone, but with someone else (handy for sharing the bills though, and the cuddles are nice). I’ve never been much of a romantic…

Birthdays and brain happenings

My birthday makes me sad. When did this start happening?
In other news, I’ve been thinking obsessively about a story I started writing ages ago; characters have even started showing up in my dreams. You’re all there in my head and you want to get out, I know. I’m going to make more time for you.

EDIT: I made time for them, and then I didn’t, and now I am again. Bear with.