Quark Amaya McFluffers and I live in a little house in a city. Together we navigate the days with cuddles, reading and writing - or rather him sleeping as I write - and looking out the window at a world we both can't quite touch. He exists as angsty fluff, and I as a chronically ill, disabled nonbinary mess.

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in reply to @Catfish-Man's post:

This last year I’ve considered being a writer and written a considerable amount for better and/or worse, if money were not a thing, I think writing fiction and working on little software things with a shifting balance would make me much happier…