go write three sentences on your current writing project.
Dear fellow Doorkeay fans,
reblog to thank ur mutuals for providing enrichment to ur enclosure
"what would Adam Parrish do?" I ask, during my shift because I am tired and cranky but I need the money. "What would Adam Parrish do?" I ask, when I want to sleep but I have school to work on. "What would Adam Parrish do?" I ask myself daily.
The answer should have been "buckle down and get shit done" but I guess the wires got crossed and now the Adam in my head says human sacrifice looks pretty good actually-
just finished a short, more horror leaning, tma fic. unfortunately im now plagued with visions of helen and michael being coworkers on the night shift at a convenience store. im sure theyd have a jolly old time together when they're done terrorizing people.
I get so defensive of the women in TMA like "she killed people" "She fed that guy to the distortion!!" "She was mean to Jon!" " She tried to kill Jon" "She set that guy's head on fire!!" "She set that house on fire!" Like, God forbid women have hobbies right??? God forbid women do anything!!!
Just had my first bad Tumblr experience, I feel like I've passed an initiation
Nothing matters, but knowing nothing matters It's just life, so keep dancing through
[dancing through life, wicked]
so embarrassing to get obsessed with your own oc but it doesn't fuel you creatively or motivate you at all you just sort of sit there. like yeah I've been thinking a lot about blorbo from my mind. no images of them exist in the world and they have maybe 3 personality traits so far. I would rather die than attempt to write about them. I've spent the last 48 hours rotating them in my brain though
I am aware that my blog is an eyesore and I love it | she/they | queer | minor
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