I changed the novel I'm writing, so now the first line is this: "There was little else in the world Bones McGraw hated more than moving."
Feel free to just randomly message me, I get bored easily.
I'm a black, non-binary transgender boy, who is a Christian witch (tentative for now). I'm also a panromantic asexual. I sell poetry; contact me if you're interested in buying poems from me.
Wednesday, July 6th, 1757. This day my dear Wife was delivered of a dead son. . . God was pleased to support her under great weakness, and continue her life till Lord’s day the 25th of the same month, when she expired at eight o’clock A.M.
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes
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