Oct the Twenty-Sixth
I am lowkey obsessed with how fucked up the “The Forest Bride” subchapter of my book is. Like, the first time I read it – hell, even when I wrote it the shit bugged me out, but now that I’ve exposed myself to it a few times I kind of love it. It’s quite literally the most fucked up thing I’ve ever written, that I’ve ever even thought of… but at the same time, Journal? At the same time? It’s fuckin’… I’m hesitant to call it brilliant, but like… there’s nobody else on Earth who could have written that shit of sane mind and sound body. So fucked up. So, so very fucked up.
Can’t wait ‘til Tori reads it LMFAO
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Say thankya, Journal. ‘Preciate ya. Long days and pleasant nights~
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