“Fyp” we don’t do that here. I mean, Tumblr the app and website tries, but we don't do that here.
“But then how will anyone see it?” peer review.
“How do you get engagement?” by talking and engaging with other people. Or making a devastating typo. Either way.
“But—” Listen, you’re not doing solo stand up anymore. This is a group improv class being held in a SAW dungeon. Good luck.
Happy Hozier Day!!! To celebrate being Irish I got a tattoo!
IF YOU PUT THE MONEY IN THE BANK, WHAT DO YOU HAVE!!!!!
Ok serious post. How do I outwit the AO3 curse? Because my desire to write is being suppressed by my inability to handle another fucking curve ball from life and I’m too scared to even look at my fix without fearing yet another disaster. Genuinely how do you write without being shot 57 times? Like do I have to make a sacrifice? Is there a special prayer? I’ll do anything at this point.
Oh god. My daily reminder that I’m depressed.
I need to be sedated at once
"people who stay up at night are either insomniac or In love" people who stay up at night read gay fanfiction on AO3 what are you on about?
Im sure im not the first to ask but for people that are multi-lingual like fluently, what language is your inner monologue? Does it change based on where you are or who you’re with? I’ve always been curious gjsjshhchdjajxb
You know what is a humbling experience? It being so cold that when you go out for your smoke the damn thing has to be relit every individual hit. Just so fucking brick out that it physically won’t stay lit. And I’m still out here trying. Still relighting. Metaphorical finger raised to the wind that’s cold enough to kill a person as I flick the clipper.