writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.
oh god... the real world... bleh
and I'm forced to endure it for the next 6 hours straight?!
I wish people rembered that having an eating disorder doesn't automatically mean bulimia or anorexia. I wish people rembered the other side of the spectrum: compulse and/or binge eating that includes systematic overeating. I wish people didn't fatshame people, especially sick people. It's not laziness. It's not the lack of motivation. It's an actual disorder.
But, even if it was laziness, or people just like to eat and gain weight, it doesn't affect you. You have no right to shame or laugh at fat people. It's not your body and it's not your business.
Unless you're asked for a opinion/advance, shut the fuck up. It's not about you.
i fucking hate fruit flies literally get out of my face im not a fruit
"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.
James: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail
Sirius: No, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have used my one free phone call to play a prank on Snape
Regulus : *hands and face covered in blood, exhausted, gaze piercing, angry, about to murder someone.*
James Potter : OK, hear me out.
people look over my screen and be like what are you reading and how do i explain that its about harry potter's dad and his godfather's younger twink brother exploring their knife kink as a whole revolution unfolds around them
i can feel the light shine on my face
did I disappoint you?
he wants that cookie soooo bad
- Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals