Capitalism, colonialism, and white supremacy are going to kill this world unless we rise up now. Educate yourselves, turn to your comrades for strength, and get ready for the fight. Ok bye.
I’m currently bored of vignettes so I’m going on hiatus while I figure out what writing projects I want to focus on next. Chances are I will return to this blog at some point, hopefully in a ...
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Happy Good Friday, hmu with your fav modern AU Jesus/Judas fics.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.
Rowan. He/Him. 20-something. Aesthetic Catholic. Canadian. I am a swarm of bees. A portion of the bees are operating a typewriter; another portion are dying because they are too weak to operate the typewriter; yet another portion are reading Captain America fanfic and gorging themselves on nectar.