we are not lost

Aubrey; also Birdie.
Student and writer. Polyamorous and really gay. Chronically ill.
Local queen of cait sidhe. Powered by caffeine, anxiety, and spite.

Feb. 16th, 2015

mortalcity: Text: "Note the swirling vortex of death." (text | note the swirling vortex of death)
So I have been sick for like a week and a half, mostly manifesting in fever, a cough, and bone-deep exhaustion I cannot shake. I'm better than I have been, but still not over it. What is consciousness? What are brains? How do words?

So yeah, falling behind in writing thanks to that (and still not having a freaking desk), and if we were having a conversation that I abruptly dropped... I apologize, I just couldn't communicate like a human and have now lost the notifs in my inbox.

Boring life updates, mostly )
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