Just expanding my universe.

writes. runs. drinks coffee. doesn’t go in for that whole sleep thing

Destroyed. Rebuilt. Broken, Mended. Annihilated. Remade. Nothing special.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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Perpetually three eighth notes shy of a homicide. Find me on patreon: https://patreon.com/user?u=5362411

Nigerian-American. Wishes she could speak her mother tongue like her mother's tongue. Regaining my kàlore after living a mostly invisible life.

In pursuit of the real ‘me’…..

A few good stories, a thousand different versions. My dreams are written in form. Author of Mother Scorpion. http://rbbaxter.com

bring me to where my blood runs