Knave L. Gazer

my favorite professor once recommended me your book (loved Priestdaddy btw) only for me to make the connection long afterwards and ask him, "this is Miette's mom?? Miette, of internet fame??? do you know Miette???"

Detritus one man's trash is another skeptic's substack entry

since you follow me here anyway, an essay for you:
open.substack.com/pub/omphalos...

I almost wish he was mean to me or smth make this easier but even when he got snappy (under stress) he immediately apologized so like. suffer like Young Werther I must 😔

napping in the park to pre-game for a party

how many days of spending hours staring at my overheating laptop is it gonna take for me to be productive again. free me!!!!

"but at least you made this meal with love 🥺" no I made it with confusion, prayer, and a vague inclination towards the Platonic ideal of a chicken porridge

MROWWWWW!!!

MEOW tyyyy 🥰🥰

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kitsch capitalism must die

I WAS SPIRALING FOR NOTHING, and Other Neurotic Stories coming to a bookstore near you! #indiepublishing

there are some days when if I don't get enough attention it does feel like I've fallen through a crack in the floorboards and nobody's ever going to see me again. nobody's reading my fic anymore and nobody's hearing my posts anymore (except io rey hiiii)

Portrait-oriented photo featuring a wooden post with a rusted hanger hook jutting out of it, and standing atop the post, triumphant and at least slightly indignant, is a plump little bluebird. The bluebird is a male, and we see the electric blue of his head, but the predominant part facing us is the coppery-orange and pale white front. He is standing amidst little pink-and-red tree blossoms, but I like to imagine these are instead the extracted organs of his enemies. So let's just pretend this bluebird stands vengefully astride a scattering of viscera -- gobbets of gore taken as a prize from his unnatural and invasive foes. I'm sorry I've really made this a gross photo. It's actually quite nice. Kind of a dreamy vibe to it, what with the wall of yellow forsythia blurring in the background, and here I am adding drippy bits and internal organs. I'm sorry. I'll do better next time. Probably. Photo by me, Chuck Wendig

Everything is bad but birds are good so time to reinstitute BIRD PROTOCOL where a bird is deployed to offset endless evil vibes, please enjoy, birds are good, okay bye

(photo by me)

sometimes we have to admit that by the nature of my current work everything I've written is derivative and maudlin. what does my work have to say? and if it was any good, why did my readers slowly fall by the wayside one by one? if they're there i certainly never hear from the majority

I know it's midnight and I mustn't listen to the demons after 10pm but part of the reason I don't feel like writing lately is that I can tell my writing is not very good. or it's like. Masterpiece of a fanfic, excellent for writing in general, but it pales compared to the masters I've been reading

I am strong and I am brave but I fear I may never be fed

A crow on a branch, with its tail facing the viewer. Its pose has an air of pensiveness.

to be honest I don't even wanna be on this app and believe me I will never be as funny here as I am on tumblr. but precautions must be taken in the case of impending societal collapse