MAYBE YOU'RE MY LOVE?

I’m at the Pizza Hut

I’m at the Taco Bell

I’m at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

boyfriend asked what i was doing, told him i was editing a picture, boyfriend asked "is it something like house stretched out with the words 'menstrual blood' on it or some shit?", boyfriend was wrong, boyfriend was also onto something this goes hard

after taking this month to process my trauma, i now have explanations for why i'm so broken lmao

if my doctors name was house i would wanna know his first name before he does any surgery on me. what if its haunted

me: combs through manuscript so many times and so thoroughly that it's as polished as it can be

my beta reader: here's a list of typos i found.

me: ah...lovely...thank you...

mi mi mi mi mi

ah, i get these kind of dream-like-things often. i feel like i've woken up, but then anything i touch/reach out to disappears. one time it looked like my mom walked in the room and she poofed as well then i woke up for a second time crying. what's up with that?

I thought I had a just woken up from a nightmare. When I opened my eyes, I saw an old man sitting on the edge of my bed, looking at me. I did not recognize him, but I didn’t feel particularly scared to see him there. I sat up in bed and reached out my arm to touch him and then suddenly he was gone, and I was awake sitting up in bed with my arm still reaching out.