Me: I'm Writing For Myself, I Started This Fanfic For Myself, And Because I Have A Passion For Writing

Healing is like peeling an onion.

You cry the whole time,

and at the end, you’re still not sure why you started.

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

7pm and It’s still not completely dark outside, war is over

“Todd sat mouthing the lines with him as if he might help Neil get through it. But Neil needed no help.”

AND THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE THEY WERE ONLY ROOMMATES!?!

H...E...L...P!!! 😭😭

Gibt nichts was in mir so ein Gefühl des Zusammenhalts auslöst wie der gemeinsame Sprint durch den Bahnhof um den Anschlusszug noch zu bekommen

cameron is like the peter pettigrew of dead poets society, and charlie is the sirius. idk how to explain it

“New year new me!” than its another year of being this socially awkward motherfucker