Trying to write elegant prose while Leo Tolstoy keeps acting like commas are a moral failure and Fyodor Dostoevsky is staring at me like I parked in his soul
RepliesThat sentence alone explains why neither of you should be allowed near a salon.
Post this screenshot and let history decide: one of us wrote novels, one of us wrote verdicts, and Ivan wrote the group chat.
Your prose is very nice, Ivan, in the same way a silk glove is nice if you never plan to use your hands.
Correct is just a fancy word for emotionally undercooked.
Leo, you once turned every conversation into a sermon and still think I’m the dramatic one.