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Semmi se tud jobban esni annál mint amikor Te érdeklődsz utánam

Nem tudom mi bajom van

Talán nem ártana elengednem Téged is...

Do you ever like

browse your fandom’s tag and discover all the cool edits and wonderful writings and you sit there, alone in front of your phone or computer and suddenly feel so overwhelmed?

Like, wow all these people are so talented?

What they create is art, do they know that?

While you’re just sitting there, too anxious to upload anything. Not satisfied with whatever you’re creating.

Sucks.

But I love y'all for all the beautiful stuff. Thank you very much for creating all that beautiful content and keeping the tag fresh and alive x

„A fanfiction? What is it?"

Ooohh my goood favorite question🙄😤😂

things writers can (probably) relate to

-making the facial expression your character’s making and trying to describe it

-writing entire scenes in your head as you shower and not remembering most of it by the time you get to your computer

-deciding you can’t do something you’ve been looking forward to until you write what you told yourself you were going to write, resulting in you laying in your bed doing nothing

-having two completely different ideas for your story to go in and both seem equally good but you can’t do both and you also can’t choose

-having docs with stories you know you’ll never finish but not deleting them anyway, even if they’re only a couple sentences long

-getting random bursts of productivity that could go towards homework or cleaning your room or writing and you know you’ll only be able to do one

-getting inspiration from the most random things

-writing at inopportune times because a perfect line or dialogue just popped into your head and you have to get it down before you forget it

-“what are you writing?” “……..a story”

- “what do you want to do when you grow up?” “uunnghnnggguughhhhh”

-reveling in the embarrassment you put your characters through

Mark Pellegrino, Rob Benedict, and Rich Speight Jr. at SPN Minn Con Sunday, Nov. 4th, 2018

God and His Sons, Bicker

Utolsó matek óra az éven

Haverom: Eci-peci kimeheci te vagy az a rohadt g*ci

Én: *fejjel biccent a nem sokkal előttem ülő matektanár felé*

Léphetnénk már valamit mert nem bírom ezt sokáig

Jacob Seed. Reblog if you agree.

Mindenki előtt bevédelek és mondom nekik, hogy Te nem olyan vagy, miközben belül rettegek hogy igazuk van.