Be Sure To Leave Out Milk And Cookies For Brutus Tonight

Literally cannot emphasize enough that my #1 writing advice is to stop being afraid. Stop being afraid of sounding too cringe, or too stupid, or too horrifying, or too horny, or too weird, or too much, or too little, or too you. You need to put your entire pussy into your art. Sure, it won't be to everyone's tastes, but if you keep yourself to the blandest tamest safest roads possible you will be of no one's tastes, not even yours.

i hate my hometown (sits by water when im stressed or upset) i hate my hometown (walks in the woods whenever i get the chance) i hate my hometown (still has a calendar reminder for our niche little holidays) i hate my hometown (still carries the rosary from the church i grew up in even though im not religious) i hate my hometown (listens to old country songs when im sad) i hate

Reblog to hug the person you reblogged this from and tell them that everything's going to be okay

how it feels being a first time kitten owner bc like what if he explodes when im not looking

can someone fucking linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. can someone fucking forget their scarf in my life & come back later for it. please

"We're together in every universe" this "we'll always find eachother" that. What about this is the only universe that we're together in. What about there is no other way this could have worked. What about this is the only place that we have found each other. And goddamn it if we aren't going to make the most of it.

I need to bother someone

life's gettin' boring

close aint close enough. i need to hug you so tight that our ribacages interlock.

btw dating sucks as a concept.

kinda wanna leave. kinda wanna ghost everyone. kinda wanna rot under a blanket. kinda wanna feel loved. kinda wanna feel wanted. kinda wanna