And you get to eat meat

Awwww goals

I'd love to get with a writer, but that's just a dream lol

In the end I don't have a type

It's all about how good they align with me and how well we connect

At his last work place some French partridge chicks got out of their pen so his boss said that if he could catch them he could keep them. They were so cute but all unfortunately died but one.☹

Any adult is welcome

Oooh a writer. That sounds awesome.

I knoww

And then they could write a book about your life together.

The amount of ideas they would have

Nah not my life

Just another version of this world

They'd get some inspiration from you though.

Another set of people

I mean, they could

Maybe you could write something yourself, even if it is just for yourself to see.

I'm beautiful heuheu/s

I do write shit, and they are dumb, but it lightens my heart

Oh cool.

I tried but I don't have the patience.😂

Oh no I can't write novels for the death of me

It's not even writing technically

It's just me jotting down ideas

Think of it as having a storyboard of just actions and words

Ahh.

Or monologues of self pity and burning or destroying them

Or poems, again not good but ventable

That sounds very therapeutic.

It is, very much

I do that, write long messages and delete them

Or again, writing them on paper and burning them

Though I don't do that, since I don't feel the urge to anymore

I feel like I don't have to throw away my emotions anymore

I can handle them

I can control them to act or feel appropriately

They still exist, but now they're my mental ink to paint with

Not others to manipulate

They're my strength I can wear as my sleeve

People say emotions make you weak, and they do sometimes make you weak

That's awesome.😊