Some Days You Cannot Help But Pity Some People

self discipline is so hard like. i know the sucker who's in charge...a pushover who hates authority and loves hedonism

memes are fun and relatable and all that, but don't let them discourage you. all of that stuff that doesn't make it into the final product is part of how the final product gets made

I find it funny when queer fantasy stories are written in a setting where homophobia doesn't exist, but there's a ~forbidden romance~ element coming from some completely different, fantastical prejudice. Like

"Son, I don't care if you suck dick, but no child of mine will be sharing a bed with a goddamn necromancer!"

Writing isn't the hobby. Being insane about little fake people is the hobby. Writing is just the only outlet i have for that

being on tumblr is like being in a car in a parking lot

like it's technically public, but you're also sorta in your own little bubble, and people have to be Actively trying to listen in order to hear you, if they're even aware that you're speaking at all. and then sometimes you accidentally bonk the horn with ur elbow and suddenly the whole parking lot knows you're a virgin

the most annoying stage of burnout is when i want to write, and i have the urge to write, and somewhere in my skull are the words that want to be written, but they have to get through the cursed minotaur maze first and nobody remembered to bring string

when your stomach is really mad at you and you're not sure which one of your fourteen unhealthy lifestyle choices is causing it

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i love the world so much. why do i often forget this

call him bubonic the way he plagues me